When moms did not, I came home. But I could not get into the house of my son, because the daughter -in -law did not let me, and my daughter fed, but did not let me spend the night.
For the last 5 years I have been living in Italy and I don’t even think to go home because there is no one. After my husband was not a lot, I stayed with two children: my son 16 years old and daughter – 14 years. I worked as a sanitation in the place of the medium function and received a donoma for children, but did not have enough money for elementary, the children were growing and demanding more and more. Leaving children for my mom, I went to work in Italy. On a monthly basis, I sent them to them… I had a study and contained a son and a daughter when they studied at the university. She paid her wedding and daughters. The son decided to finish my parents’ house, which was started to build a man, I finished construction …
After that, for four years she postponed Rroshi to make her daughter to buy a home, she wanted an apartment … The son promised that he would repair and reconstruct our house where we once lived together. I financed this project. After all, when I get back, I will have to live somewhere … So five years of my life flew. When I was not a mom, I came home, hoping that I would stay at home, but I was waiting for a disappointment. I came to my yard, saw a beautiful house, but only from the street, because the daughter -in -law did not let me go. The house of the son was big, beautiful, and my hut was squeezed, no one repaired it.
The daughter -in -law went out into the yard, did not even get into the house, said that her son was not at home. You can imagine my condition, I am from the road, and even in a house built for my rroshi, I was not missed! I went to my daughter then, she fed me, received a hotel from me, but I did not suggested me to wash or spend the night. She said that she was tight here, the children in the same room, and she and her husband in another, they say, I did not give enough to put a three -room apartment.
My mother’s house took her home, said that she looked after her mother, while I had a baby, and they flew every year to Egypt, then to Turkey, and my grandmother had never brought a piece of bread. I spent the night with my neighbors, and the next day I returned to Italy. Five years have passed, my daughter came to Italy in the summer, I thought that I gave her a rust, but gave 200 euros and said that the box was closed. Now I collect myself for old age, because I know – I have no one to hope.
