The house will look at one thing. I was stunned by my mother’s words, because I didn’t even suspect that I had a grandfather. And he turned out to know about me and took care of my future. When my mother called and started talking about my grandfather and inheritance, I could not understand who she was talking about. I never had my grandfather, my dad is an orphan, and on my mother’s side I knew only a grandmother who did not come two years ago. – Galya, I repeat again, your grandfather – my father, left you inherited. His neighbor called me, asked to help with the funeral, and said about the covenant. You will go to the funeral with me? The house will look at one thing. – Why did I know nothing about my grandfather? Even in the photos it is not. – I did not communicate with him. He left my mother when I was four years old, I couldn’t forgive. But he was not particularly worried, he remembered me only when you were born. He told him that he had a granddaughter.

Then he came with flowers, with gifts for you, the rattles brought, a teddy bunny, you slept with him with him. I took the gifts, and I did not communicate with him, he asked at least thy photos, I did not refuse him here. Forgive, daughter, he threw me and my mother, and he loved you, though I did not let him go to you. – Didn’t they go, moms, went now? Maybe his neighbors need help not only at the funeral. The grandfather lived near the city, got on a taxi. The first thing that rushed into the eyes is the old fence on the ground, and the gate stands on the spot. In the yard, a wooden bench right near the porch, near the washbasin, there are shovels and a funnel. We go into the house, the doors are heavy, open with creaking, the bridges are also creaking, it is clear that there was no repair in the house for a long time. – Your grandfather never asked for help – he was proud. The neighbor said when she released us into the house. – You place here, I will leave the keys. Do you stay before the funeral? Tomorrow already.

Well, I’m going to myself, he is my blue house, go, tea. The neighbor went and I started looking at the house. There are two rooms in the house, it is a living room and a bedroom, though it is small, but very light, cozy. In the bedroom stands an iron bed, on the back of which the paint has long climbed, to the left of the bed stands the chest of drawers, in the chest of drawers in the frame in the frames, my photos. On the wall also hang my photos on which I am one year, two, five, seven, graduation photos, wedding, and photos where I am already mom. Here I wanted to cry, he knew that he became a great -grandfather. In the box of the chest of drawers found a letter, on the envelope it is written – “Grandch of Galina”. “The dear granddaughter, Galinochko! You never saw me, you do not know me at all, I am guilty of it. I offended your grandmother, young was, stupid, cowardly … Your mother offended, not angry at her, she loves you and does not want evil.

Forgive that I was not in your life, but you were in my life. There was a sense to build a house, it was for whom. Not this house, granddaughter, is not the one in which you are now, it was only for me, I did not invest in it. Your home on the next street, there is iron, high, brown roof. You recognize it, he does not look like other homes. I wanted you to have a place where you can rest with your family. I hope you will accept my gift, though I have managed to do something in this life for you. Goodbye, granddaughter! Your grandfather Alexei “. Mom enters the room, I stretch an envelope and a letter in tears, after reading, she also begins to cry. In the same box lay the keys, they tied with a note with a note – a house for Galinka. We found this house, he was different from others:

Two -storey, on the ground floor, stained glass, a large veranda with two wooden chairs and a table. Inside everything was light, on the ground floor living room with a fireplace, a kitchen, a bathroom and a pantry, on the second floor of a bedroom and a baby. A whole playground with a sandbox, a slide, a swing and a sports complex were built in the yard. Where my grandfather took all this money, I do not know, but he obviously tried very hard for me and my son. Only a neighbor came to the funeral except my family. Grandpa was eighty -two years, no friends are gone, relatives too. They were quietly buried, put a vase with flowers in the grave, remembered. A man with my son went to the city in the evening, my mother also did not stay, and I stayed in my old grandfather’s house, I want to know more about him, I read his diary, I look at his photos and very sorry that I did not know him before.