Life in the neighborhood with my former mother -in -law has always been a test for me. We built high fences, creating a visual barrier that reflected our emotional alienation, but it did not help. Suddenly for myself I found that I began to care for her, though I did not know why and how it happened. Three decades ago, at the age of 19, I married my neighbor Vladimir. He was six years older than me, and before the wedding we did not meet for a long time. Everything would be nothing, but our married life in my house quickly came to naught.

Vladimir was an inappropriate party for me without making any effort to become the best partner. His decision to move to Canada was the last nail into the lid of our marriage. At the age of 21, I was divorced that I was not greeted in my village. It was a difficult period, but time treats! Six years later, I met a wonderful person and started a full family life with two children. Now I am grateful to Vladimir for having left my life, opening my way to my true love. His mother, my former mother -in -law, lived in the neighborhood of us all these years.

With age, she began not to cope with household chores. One day I saw how hard she was going behind the water, and it moved me to tears. I approached her and suggested that he assured that it was a sincere human act and I look at it as a summer neighbor, not as a former mother -in -law. Now I cook, make purchases and clean it. When I asked a man how he treats my new responsibilities, his words warm my heart: – It confirms that I chose the best woman in the world. Life lifts unexpected turns, but I believe that doing good is our human duty.