All my classmates always laughed at me. The reason for their mockery was my mother, who was 64, until I was 15. When all classmates came to my parents’ meetings, young moms came, mine was more like a grandmother. Over time, I began to make myself ashamed… One day I could not stand the next ridicule of classmates, came, gathered things in a backpack and left home. I wandered on the stations and metro stations, spending the night, where I could eat that I was able to get during the day.

Once at one station, I met my mother’s girlfriend, our neighbor, Aunt Katya, who came, sat side by side. – Do you understand what you are doing? Your mom has taken away. “And there was nothing to people at that age,” I grunted. – You don’t hear me? I say, your mom took away. She is lying now in Likar! She told her not to leave you, so no, she regret it. – Why? – Your mom found you on a New Year’s morning on a bench in front of our entrance. You froze there, she took you home.

For a few months, her mother was looking for your parents, but when the hope was not left, she had adopted you. And this is your “thank you”? – You lie! – I could not believe in what I heard. I walked for an hour, sitting on the raw floor, I got out of place and ran to my mom. Likar regretted me and allowed me to go to my mom. – Mom! Mom, don’t leave me, you hear, you need me! I shouted that there were urine. Thank God my mother saved, and I was not ashamed, but she was proud of her. My mom saved me from the raw walls of the boarding school, she is one – so small, so fragile, became my family.