Somehow, her daughter hinted to me that her husband did not approve of my frequent visits. Like, they are young, they work a lot and want to relax alone. These words wounded me, but I didn’t quarrel. My grandson Sergius’s birthday was approaching. I thought I would be invited to visit, prepared a gift for him, stroked a festive costume. But no one called in advance. Then I got the number myself to congratulate the baby and did not hear the invitation. The same story was repeated with his granddaughter. And I didn’t understand what was happening. She hid gifts in a sideboard, thinking about giving them at all.

She did not stand it recently and asked her daughter straight: – I don’t understand, I offended you something? – Mom, what are you talking about? – Well, why don’t you invite me to children? To whom I bought these gifts, myself? – Ah, you’re about it! No, just children now like to celebrate with their classmates. They have already grown up and the company of the elderly is not interested in them! – But I’m my grandmother! I understood with pain that my daughter was probably right. Oh is a generation. How does she bring them up, where is the respect for her relatives? In addition to a girlfriend there is no one else to complain about their lives.

And she is always positive in me and says that I am not worried, because life is too short to spend it on insults. – You find your husband better! Do you know what miracles love? You will feel like then, at 20 years old! – Vasylivna assured. And I sit on the sofa in the evening. I get old photo albums and cry. As the time changed, a few years ago, my daughter joyfully traveled to me with her grandchildren, left them on the weekend and we went for a walk, and then sculpted the dumplings together. And now it turns out that I do not need anyone! How to explain to my daughter that my mother should love and respect?