When I was eight years old, my father left my mother, my younger sister and me. My sister was two years
The two-room apartment in which I lived with my father and mother was privatized for the three of us
I have lived with my grandmother all my adult life. She raised me from the age of four, because my mother
Children know only what they are taught, they have little experience of their own, so it turns out that
I am married and my husband and I have a little daughter.One day in autumn I was walking with my daughter
My husband had a great-aunt. He spent every summer with her, he had no other grandmothers at that time.
A rural worker, pensioner Maria lived alone in peace and quiet. She coped everywhere: in the house, in
Rebecca is a math teacher. She was going to celebrate the birthday of her beloved friend and colleague
My granddaughter, Monika, who was thirteen years old at the time, was always sent to her grandmother
In childhood, everyone says they love their parents. But it really becomes clear only when they grow