When Zini was 6, my wife was gone. After that, I did not live for myself for a single day. On the granted wife, he promised her that by the end of his days I would take care of our daughter and love her for two of us. My Zina grew up with the smart. She studied one five, helped me around the house, prepared just like a mom: delicious – you lick your fingers. Time passed, Zinka entered the university on her own.

There, her success fell noticeably, but it was not important, because the daughter worked in parallel and, as before, helped me with the farm. Later, Zinul met Michael, and soon I introduced me to him. He surrendered to me a good guy, and I was very happy when the kids said they decided to live with me after the wedding. That’s after that the wedding was ruined.

The son -in -law began to communicate with me, not though. He constantly boom, roared and shouted at me … That is why when my daughter offered to sell our two -room home and buy a large apartment in the capital, I set one condition: we had to decorate the apartment on me. The son -in -law, as it should, began to shout, they say, I do not trust him. And I had nothing to hide.

I said so straight and said, “I need a guarantee that I will not stay on the street in the old age.” Here, I will not get, and the apartment will stay you, and do with it what you want. The daughter with her husband gathered her things, while calling me every word, and after two days they moved to the city. After that, Zina forgot about my existence forever, but at my heart I hoped that my daughter would understand me and stop blowing.

A few months after this quarrel, my birthday – anniversary, 60 years old. I was convinced that Zinochka would have a surprise, so he removed the whole house, prepared Zina’s favorite dishes, dressed and sat down at the table. I spent all day sitting at the table, looking out of the window, waiting for the gate to open and I will see Zin finally.

I waited for her in the evening, and in the evening I changed it, lay down, leaving all the food on the table, crying, talking to a photo of his wife, he did not understand how he fell asleep. Is my daughter so offended by I did not even want to greet on the phone? Or maybe something happened to her? Well, my pupil could not forget my old man …