Daddy, thank you that you appeared in my life … The post of gratitude to all the men who did as my father. My mom nap օ died very early. I estimated that at the time of childbirth she was 17 years old. I didn’t know my father. My mother did not tell him, and I was not very interesting. What to be interested in a person who spit on you? I was 9 years old when my mom introduced me to her husband. I adopted it very reluctantly. I was absolutely not suitable that someone else would appear in our family. A typical child who does not understand all the needs of an adult. My mom was 26 years old, my husband was 30. I moved to my husband’s apartment. I had my own room. We all went to walk in the park, cafe. I realized that it was all done for me so that I get better about men.

But no. I believed that I and mom were the perfect family and we no longer need. Mom got to the hospital. Initially, she had surgery in the city left_kapni. A week later, she was discharged, but her mother was ոօ Gano – the temperature did not fall, began to dream. Uncle Sasha (I called him then) began to call somewhere, then put his mother in the car and went. He returned without a car and without his mother. After years, I learned that my mom had to do the second օո eating in a private clinic. And Uncle Sasha paid with his clinic his car, recently purchased directly from the salon. During the week he got rid of his collection of rare wines. He had a very large collection. I remember my mother was still in the clinic, and I asked where the car went, to which Uncle Sasha answered:

“I changed him to your mother’s health.” This phrase was directly cut. I still remember how Uncle Sasha told her. Since then, I have dramatically changed my attitude. It was since then that I began to call him dad. A few years later, he helped me to pay me to university because I did not reach the points. It is a pity that such a person appeared when I was 9 years old … That’s my dad from the beginning … But you know, all these monetary questions are not very important for the baby. I remembered how he helped me with the lessons, how the three of us played volleyball and how together we prepared a derivative cake from breadcrumbs and condensed milk. And, of course, a special thanks for how he talked with my mom. I remember all the love he put into his words as he caught my mother on his hair. It was true happiness. Thank you, Dad, for making my mom happy!