
In the things of my mother, I found no letters and decided to go to the address. The door was opened by a stranger.
A year ago, mom did not become. It was painful to lose the loved one and a loved one. After the eruption, from the age of fifteen, she raised me herself. I think she had not easy. They did not communicate with their father after being felt. For unknown reasons, he removed from my upbringing. I have repeatedly tried to find out the causes of his behavior, but he did not want to see me. My dad loved me earlier. It was unfortunate to come across such behavior of a native person. In the teenage period, it was quite painful. Mom had never found no one after the eruption and lived herself. She left this world early, she was only fifty.
I did not touch her things after that, I decided to disassemble in a year. In the farthest box, I found a stack of letters unexpectedly for myself. The correspondence was with Eugene, I did not know any of these acquaintances. The letters were found in another box. The earliest were received ten years ago. They persuaded to let go of fear and correct the mistake of youth, reuniting. It all got a lot of me. I realized that Eugene was a sweetheart from his youth. I decided to go to the address and find out everything. The address led me to my mother’s native village, which she left after the age of majority. Mom’s relatives had a strained relationship. I was met by a gray man, he did not expect guests and was surprised. -Well day, I am the daughter of Irina Igor, I have a question. I found letters. The man froze, and then came and hugged me strongly.
He told me all the truth. It turned out that the one I had considered my father all my father had not been to them. Mom and Eugene met at school, but their relationship was prevented by their parents. They sent Eugene to the military school located in the capital. They broke off. After his departure, his mother found that she was lining. She was afraid of shame in the village, so she made a decision to move to the city. There and went out for my father, the marriage was hasty. Dad thought it was his child up to fifteen years old. At fifteen, I was mistakenly diagnosed with Robe’s sick and began to check my family for compatibility for transfusion. Everything was revealed here. After that, his father left. Eugene found his mother barato years later. They were already forty. He wanted to live with a Khana man at least in his old age, but his mother said she was too late. Telling all this, the man waved the stingy Sneu.