My mother only had one eye. I hated her. Because her condition made me feel ashamed.
In order to earn a piece of bread for the family, she worked at the school as a cook.
One day when I was in elementary school, my mother came to visit me.
The floor is gone from under my feet. How could she do it? I felt so ashamed...
I pretended not to see her. I looked at her with hatred and ran away from there.
The next day, my classmate friend said to me: "Uh, yes, your mother, it turns out, is one-eyed."
I wanted to fall through the ground. I wanted my mother to disappear somewhere.
Therefore, on the day when I met her, I said to her: "Wouldn't it be better for you to die so as not to put me in a ridiculous position?"
Mother didn't answer me.
I didn't even think about what I was saying because I was very angry.
I didn't care about her feelings.
I didn't want her to be at home.
I worked very hard and went to Singapore to study.
Then I got married. Bought my house. I had my own children and I was content with life.
One day my mother came to me. For so many years she had not seen me and did not know her grandchildren.
When she came to the door, my children began to laugh at her.
How could she come to my house and scare my children? I yelled "GET OUT OF HERE!" at her.
To this, my mother quietly replied: "Forgive me. It seems that I came to the wrong address," and after these words disappeared from my eyes.
One day a letter came to me from school about a meeting of school graduates.
I told my wife as an excuse that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I just went to my old house just out of curiosity.
The neighbors said that my mother had died.
I didn't feel sad at all.
I was given a letter that my mother had left for me.
"My most beloved son, I have always thought of you.
I am very sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children.
I was very happy when I heard that you were coming to the reunion.
But I didn't know if I could get out of bed to see you.
I am very sorry that when you were growing up, you were constantly ashamed because of me.
You know, my child, when you were little, you had an accident and lost your eye.
I could not bear, like your mother, that you would grow up with one eye.
That's why I gave you my eye.
And now I'm so proud of you, thinking that you see with that eye instead of me.
With all your love.
Your mother"
Get out! And say thank you for not putting me to sleep! - The car door slammed shut, the car sped off into the distance. The dog was left on the side of the highway. At dusk, he seemed large, broad-boned - in fact, it was just a five-month-old Alabai puppy. The kid rushed after, but he had too little strength to catch up with the car.
With difficulty rearranging clumsy paws, out of breath, the dog slowly wandered along the highway.
Where to go? Where is home? Master?
Not a soul around, only occasionally cars flew by along the deserted road, blinding the puppy with headlights ...
It was getting dark. The short winter day was drawing to a close.
The kid sat on the side of the road, howled, sobbed ...
He cried, as all abandoned little children cry - that no one in the whole wide world loves him and does not wait.
His world collapsed...
Just a couple of days ago, he lived in a warm apartment, with a dear and madly loved person. The puppy was lucky - he got a kind owner, destined from above, as the mother dog said when he was very small:
The Creator sent us to Earth to protect the life and peace of man, to love unselfishly and devotedly. They say God looks at people through the eyes of dogs...
Mom, warm and affectionate, kind and beloved! It’s a pity that you can’t stay small and extend a happy childhood for life ...
But the puppies are growing up and parting is inevitable.
When his future owner appeared on the threshold, the kid immediately understood - he came for him!
Joyfully wagging a small stump of a tail, he rushed to meet.
Well hello my dog! - the man smiled, and the puppy, opening its mouth, throwing out a pink tongue, tried to smile back, with pleasure substituted its tummy for pruritus.
- Wonderful baby! How I dreamed of you!
Their living together was filled with gentle, sunny, warm happiness.
What a good boy you are! - said the owner, touched by puppy pranks.
Time flew by unnoticed, the dog grew rapidly, and by the age of four months its height at the withers was almost fifty centimeters ...
In the spring we will go to an exhibition of young animals - we must definitely show everyone how beautiful we are! - the owner combed his pet, - and in the summer we will go to the country!
Days dragged on in the agonizing expectation of the arrival of a loved one from work.
The puppy looked out the window for a long time, then fell asleep on the rug, next to the bed, burying its nose in the master's slippers. Feeling the smell of a loved one, the baby did not feel lonely.
But one day the owner did not return. Didn't come the next day either. The puppy howled with anguish and grief, for he knew he would never see his native face.
In the evening of the next day, people came - relatives with whom the baby met only once.
We need to decide where to put the dog, - the woman looked around the rooms in a businesslike manner, - we don’t need it for us ... funerals, commemorations ...
Now let's decide! - fastening the leash to the puppy's collar, her husband answered.
The kid resisted, slid his stomach on the floor ... but he was pulled out of the house by force, stuffed into a car, taken to the forest.
And now, he is alone, on a deserted road, far from human habitation.
Fatigue took its toll - the puppy lay down on the side of the road. Large snowflakes fell on his skin and gradually he turned into a snowdrift. It was cozy under the snow blanket, the baby calmed down a little, dozed off.
And in a dream, as on the last walk, he dived into a snowdrift, buried his muzzle in pure snow, and then ran towards a person, jumped on his chest, trying to kiss his dear face, lick his palm.
Wake up, you can't sleep, you'll freeze, get up! - He suddenly heard the voice of the owner and abruptly woke up.
Staggering from hunger and fatigue, the dog walked without sleep for two days, until he fell, exhausted, next to someone's gate.
I woke up in an unfamiliar barn. There is a heavy, short chain around his neck ... So, at the most tender age, against his will, he was assigned to the guards of a private village house.
The people who picked up the puppy wanted to have a vicious dog. And in order to instill aggression in him, they beat him, did not feed him for days.
He dreamed of games and caresses that he had already known ...
His teeth itched, and he was severely punished for the gnawed boards of the enclosure.
But still, the dog could not turn into a wild beast, because he knew: in the world between a man and a dog there is love and friendship.
And he was ready to serve devotedly, wholeheartedly, only to the people he loved.
Soon, the new owners got rid of him as "unsuitable": they gave him to the "service" - to guard the trading base.
Day and night, he sat on a short chain, barking angrily at visitors, demonstrating his readiness to tear apart all thieves and bandits.
In any weather: under the sultry sun, pouring rain, with a hurricane wind.
On autumn nights, he froze with his skin to a puddle in which he had to sleep.
His collar was soaked and collapsed, but no one wanted to buy a new one. The neck was simply wrapped with a heavy chain, making a noose out of it.
They often forgot to feed him, and when the base was closed for the weekend, he had to starve for several days.
On hot days he suffered from thirst - the bowl was rarely filled with water ...
But all this the dog could forgive if at least once, one of the people whose property he guarded, caressed him. But, in almost everyone passing by, he saw a person whose life goal was only money. Not people - walking calculators, with a soul closed to love.
For several years, the alabai was a prisoner on a chain guarding the entrance. Ten steps in one direction, ten in the other... The days dragged on in an endless, bleak succession.
The chain gradually grew into his neck, choking him, and it never occurred to anyone to loosen it - his loud barking became more and more hoarse.
Once a cheerful, enthusiastic puppy turned into a slow and indifferent to everything dog.
Most likely, he would have died, suffocating on a noose chain, if one day a new worker had not appeared at the base. He swept the yard and often glanced at the dog.
Good boy! - estimated his janitor. Hearing the familiar words, the dog looked up.
I had a wolfhound in my homeland, - the janitor said, - he helped the flock to graze. He died, and the flock is no more. Take it, - he handed the dog a sandwich, - you are thin ...
Since that day, Alabai began to awaken interest in life. The worker did not appear at the base every day - sometimes he was absent for several days, and then life again seemed boring and joyless to the dog.
The caretaker's attention was the only light and warmth that illuminated his painful, joyless, disgusting life.
One day, not far from the entrance to the base, the alabai noticed a man watching him, and immediately, instinctively, felt the danger.
If most people were indifferent to him, this one was afraid and hated ...
In the morning the stranger reappeared and approached the janitor.
Give it to the dog, - he held out a bag of food. - Why? - the janitor recoiled.
If you ask questions, you won't live long!
The janitor hesitantly approached the dog, put down a piece of sausage, looked attentively into his eyes.
The dog sniffed and did not eat ...
He is full, then he will eat, - picking up a broom, the janitor walked away.
Okay, I'll wait, - the man whispered and tried to get closer to the dog.
As soon as he took a step forward, the dog growled menacingly.
Wow, Satan! - with a cry rushed away the stranger.
The janitor stayed late at work. And when it got completely dark, he went up to the alabai:
They want to poison, someone needs your death, I can even guess why ...
I’ll tell that person - he died, they say, he buried him! Just get away from here! The janitor unhooked the carbine, and was horrified - the chain had grown into the dog's neck.
I didn’t dare to tear it off - I just bit the chain with wire cutters.
Get out of here! Let's go! Run!
And Alabay understood ...
Slowly moving its paws, the dog wandered along the track. For several years of life on a leash, he almost forgot how to walk, quickly got tired, often went to bed.
He again walked along the road, as a few years ago, as a puppy, but now, it was already a large, stately dog.
And even despite the lack of grooming, matted, dirty wool, the giant's proud posture should have aroused admiration. But people shied away from him in fear.
He found food next to roadside cafes in bushes and urns. He slept where he had to - where he was caught by immeasurable fatigue.
Cars flew by. One day, a big black jeep pulled up next to me. Shots rang out. The dog squealed, fell into a ditch, and the car rushed on to the joyful cackle of the peasants. The bullet only slightly touched the paw, but there was a lot of blood ...
Having settled in the bushes, the dog licked the wound for a long time. For what?
He did not know that man is the only rational animal that kills for pleasure.
The wound became inflamed, the dog could hardly lean on his paw, limped, he was shivering, and really wanted to sleep.
He had been walking for many days, where and why, he did not know, he was walking aimlessly, he suffered from loneliness and more and more often remembered his master, mother ...
How he once again wanted to snuggle up to her warm body, to warm himself, as in childhood, feeling completely safe.
Was my master the only kind person in the world? - he cried in a dream, - no ... there was also a janitor, now - there is only darkness around ...
The dream was interrupted by a sharp pain: a man who was leaning over was trying to cut the dog's throat. But, the ingrown chain saved the dog's life: the knife, sliding over the iron, stuck in the shoulder. Alabai jumped up abruptly, threw off the killer, bared his teeth menacingly, and the killer took to his heels.
Gotta call the cops! Mad dog at the gas station! Rushed at me, beast, huge! - he flew into a roadside shop.
Bitten! - Alabai waved his hands in the blood.
Call the police!
Mad? Close the doors! Nobody come out! I'm calling for an outfit! ordered the guard.
The dog, limping, and leaving behind bloody footprints, moved along the side of the road.
Every minute he grew weaker and weaker. Together with the last strength, the desire to live left, and only in the eyes - a dumb question: for what?
If indeed God looks at people through the eyes of dogs - why does this world still exist?
Somewhere in the distance, a police siren blared.
And the dog decided not to resist fate.
About fifty meters from the gas station, lay down on the side of the road:
I can't take it anymore - get it!
And when a car stopped nearby, people got out, the dog, ready for the worst, closed his eyes.
The woman leaned over and… unexpectedly stroked his large, plush head.
The dog opened his eyes in surprise. How many years has he not seen human affection! Before him stood a young, fragile, fearless woman.
May I see what's wrong with you? Are you a good boy?
“We must urgently go to the clinic, otherwise you will die from blood loss!” Come with me baby!
And the giant trusted immediately: he got up on legs trembling from weakness, went to the car. I barely had enough strength to climb into the back seat.
Well done, smart girl, you will live! the woman said as she helped him into the car.
The dog was carefully wrapped in a woolen blanket and he immediately fell into a calm, deep sleep - even the siren of a police car that rushed past could not wake him up.
Lena's motto is "Life in spite of." And it's hard to argue with that. Indeed, from the very beginning, the doctors forbade the girl to become pregnant, they saw her eldest son Styopa without a brain, and the youngest, Fedya, was offered to be left in the hospital. After almost 3 years we are visiting a happy family.
Lena is holding Fedya in her arms, Styopa is reading a book nearby.
Meet Styopa, and this is Fedya. Here are 2 people who, in principle, should not have existed. But they are here and it is absolutely fantastic!
How can this be?
I have a disease that is very difficult to diagnose. But I am grateful to my fantastic doctor. Katya, hello! She found this disease in me, helped me bear the children, and generally took it when everyone around refused. She is our real parent angel!
You have intrigued me...
A one in a million case is renin active hyperaldosteronism. This is when, under the action of hormones, a large amount of adrenaline is abruptly released into the blood. Everything looks like an epileptic attack, only I am conscious, I can answer questions, but I can’t do anything with the muscles. During pregnancy, the disease worsens.
Therefore, not a single doctor took me, neither in a paid clinic, nor in a state one. They all sent for abortion. I wrote receipts that I take full responsibility.
And when there was the first screening at 11 weeks, we were told that the child is developing without a brain, take a referral for an abortion. I have been waiting for this child for 10 years, how could I? We went to look for another doctor. And he told us that everything is fine, go home.
From that moment on, I believed so much first in Styopka, and then in Fedya, that now, no matter what happens around, I know for sure that we will endure everything. This is our happiness!
I know the pregnancy was very difficult.
I didn't get up at all for almost 3 months. I was injected with some insane amount of drugs, because with the older child, for example, contractions began as early as 26 weeks, and with the youngest - at 24 weeks. Therefore, the older child knew how I needed to breathe during contractions. He stood in the sandbox, took my hands and breathed properly. Moms on the street tried to call an ambulance for me every 2 days, because the contractions were going on 2-3 times an hour. It was a constant occurrence! But I set myself up that I need to stretch as much as possible.
Did Stepu make it to 34 weeks?
Yes, and he immediately went to intensive care. Forecasts were disappointing, chances are few. But I resisted, after being discharged, I stuffed him into my sling and, on average, walked with him in the park and walked for 6-8 hours. Luckily, it was spring and summer then. I needed to prolong this feeling that he is still in my tummy. I wanted, as it were, to “deliver” it before the due date. And let's just say I did it. Now, at 2.9, Styopa has been developed for about 4 years. And he even knows the answers to questions such as “Who has a longer trunk: a tapir or an elephant?”
And against the backdrop of all this, you decided on Fedya?
When Styopka was one year old, we found out that we were expecting a second child. We wanted the boys to have a little difference. And so we did. But Fedya sat in his stomach even less and was born at 30 weeks. And the hard fight began...
Have you been offered to abandon the child in the hospital?
Yes. Fedya was born 1 kg. Pack of juice. Burgundy color, tiny arms and legs. They told me: “He has a brain hemorrhage. The chances of survival are 50/50. And then, when he was transferred from intensive care, they did all the necessary examinations and it became clear that he had a threat of cerebral palsy, the manager called me and said: “We are ready to transfer him to a neuropsychiatric dispensary. Decide whether you go with him or not. But the baby is likely to be a vegetable. You have a healthy child. Think about it".
I understood what was going on. But that moment when they tell you that you have a disabled child. It's very hard. It took me almost a year to accept that my child is special.
I remember sitting on the toilet while the kids slept in their cribs. Tears hail. And in my head there is one thought: “I have a child with cerebral palsy, I will carry him in my arms for the rest of my life.” Then I decided that I didn’t have many options, either I do something or I carry it.
And what did you decide to do?
We honestly did something that few people do. We filled the bath with porridge, bathed the children in pasta, rolled them on the floor in paint, covered the apartment with film and frolicked on it. I don't know which one helped. But we don't have cartoons at home, we don't have tablets. We have books, crazy games with parents, sandbox games. For three years we have been playing classical music every day. We realized that any child can be rehabilitated and it does not always cost crazy money.
Why exactly paints, pasta?
All rehabilitation of children with cerebral palsy is aimed at working with the physical body. And you need to work with the brain! I look at grown children and understand that mothers spent a huge amount of time helping children to walk, but did nothing for their intellectual development. They did not read books, did not do anything that they do with ordinary children. Of course, there is a colossal lag behind peers.
And is there any progress?
Five months ago, Fedya could only lie down, his arms and legs did not bend. Now the child eats by himself and even sits. Until October last year, his tongue hung, and now the child says: “Mom, dad, Fedya, woman, give it.”
Even if Fedya does not walk, he will be able to sit and work as a programmer, for example. This is not a crazy problem these days. The main thing is that the head works!
Many mothers of children with cerebral palsy are constantly working with funds, collecting money for treatment ...
Indeed, there is a lot of money. We do not stop rehabilitation in the centers from birth, in addition, specialists come to us. We spend from 100,000 rubles a month.
You understand that the average family cannot afford such sums.
I understand perfectly. It's really hard, but we decided that two adults with arms and legs and a head can earn money if they really want to. If you spend time not on running, looking and asking, but earn money, it will be easier. But, of course, very few of the mothers understand me. Basically, everyone is collecting, looking for funds.
We also decided that it’s easier to learn something yourself than to spend money. The same speech therapy massage. A child with cerebral palsy needs it 2 times a day, at least, so that the results are really visible. This is 1500 rubles for each lesson. I paid 5 thousand rubles and learned how to make it myself. How much did I save in a year? It's another month of recovery.
Who are you learning from?
Experts go forward and understand everything perfectly. That is, I tell them that I will still buy the course, but you tell me and show me what to do at home so that my child feels good. And I pay a certain amount of money for a consultation. And that's all.
Can you show me something?
Lena twists Fedya so that our soul is thrilled.
You see, it's simple. And people pay. And what a time saver. We need it, not doctors.
One of the mothers said that after she gave birth to a child with cerebral palsy, her world closed on communication with the same mothers on the forum. How are you doing with this?
I made a very important decision for myself. My child is healthy for me. He is no different from other children. Therefore, immediately on the playground, I cut off all questions in the spirit: “What, he doesn’t walk with you yet?” I say that every child has his own period. I communicate a lot, we travel a lot to other parents with healthy children. It all depends on the mother, I think.
One girl wrote to me a month ago: “What about you, a child with cerebral palsy? And why are you not yet a member of the chat room of our district, where the same mothers communicate? What is my interest? I have other things to do.
You know, for the first time I see the mother of a child with cerebral palsy, who looks at the current situation in such a positive and different way.
What else is left for me to do? Here, it happens, I meet with mothers in rehabilitation centers. Mom sits, sad, drooping. I ask her, "What happened?" Answers: "I have a child with cerebral palsy." I told her: “But your child is now in rehabilitation, you have free time. What's wrong with being sad?" And she: “But everything is so complicated and hard.” Well, whoever wants to, he perceives it that way.
Many mothers who face difficulties are left without a father. Your strong union is pleasing to the eye. Dictate the secret of how you did it.
Perhaps the thing is that we are already adults. I am almost 35 years old, my husband is 40. We have a late marriage, conscious choice. We understand that we are responsible for the child, whatever it is. When Styopa was born, we came to him in intensive care together, and I saw tears in my husband's eyes. We came home and used to swear. Not because they didn’t love each other, but because that’s how stress was thrown out. And that was okay.
Lena, you look great. How do you do it?
We have a very clear regimen for children. They go to bed at 7:30 pm. Everyone is asleep at 8. From that moment on, my work begins, I conduct consultations via Skype. I can do manicures and pedicures, and so on. I don’t spend 3 hours putting children to bed, I think that it’s better not to teach them initially than to wean them with difficulty later.
And this applies to everything: nipples, diapers. It was the same with the pot. Until the age of 2, I did not touch this topic at all. And then she said: “Look at what dad's underpants are. Do you want the same?" How is dad? Want. We went, bought the same underpants as dad, and did not use diapers anymore. Before that, her husband went to the toilet with him and showed him how to piss. And that's it, the question is closed. And I know mothers who, from 2 months old, are planted over the sink, then on the potty, then guard the moments. Or they could paint their nails at this time, what nonsense to do.
Initially, you lived in an apartment, but now we are sitting in a house. Why did you decide to move?
When I was pregnant with my second child, I told my husband: “Look, we have a 7th floor. Imagine how I will go downstairs with two children and a stroller. Plus, it is very important for premature babies to walk a lot in the fresh air, it is important for them to be friends with a dog. And we moved into the house. Here I can drive the elder out into the yard, and he walks there all day on the territory. And for the youngest we got a dog, a Newfoundland. This is the only breed you can put your fingers up your nose and it won't do anything.
How will you react to the third child?
Purely feminine, I would like. But as a reasonable person, I understand that this is not our story. My health just won't let me.
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“On the eve of Christmas, sorting through my mother’s old letters, I remembered a story that she told me from time to time.
I was my mother's only son. She married late, and the doctors forbade her to give birth. Mom did not listen to doctors, at her own peril and risk she lasted up to 6 months and only then for the first time appeared in the antenatal clinic.
I was a desired child: my grandparents, dad and even half-sister doted on me, and my mother just blew dust off her only son!
Mom started working very early and before work she had to take me to kindergarten"Dubki", located near the Timiryazev Academy. To be on time for work, my mother rode the first buses and trams, which, as a rule, were driven by the same drivers. My mother and I got off the tram, she brought me to the gate of the kindergarten, handed me over to the teacher, ran to the bus stop and ... waited for the next tram.
After several delays, she was warned of her dismissal, and since we, like everyone else, lived very modestly and couldn’t live on my father’s salary alone, my mother reluctantly came up with a solution: to let me out alone, a three-year-old baby, at a bus stop in the hope that I I will walk from the tram to the gate of the kindergarten.
We succeeded the first time, although these seconds were the longest and most terrible for her in her life. She rushed about the half-empty tram to see if I entered the gate or was still crawling, wrapped in a fur coat with a scarf, felt boots and a hat.
After some time, my mother suddenly noticed that the tram began to depart from the stop very slowly and pick up speed only when I was hiding behind the garden gate. This went on for all three years, while I went to kindergarten. Mom could not, and did not try to find an explanation for such a strange pattern. The main thing is that her heart was calm for me.
Everything cleared up only a few years later, when I started going to school. My mother and I went to her place of work, and suddenly the carriage driver called out to me: “Hello, baby! You have become such an adult! Do you remember how your mother and I accompanied you to the kindergarten…?”
Many years have passed, but every time I pass by the Dubka stop, I remember this small episode of my life, and my heart becomes a little warmer from the kindness of this woman, who every day, absolutely disinterestedly, did one small good deed, just delaying the whole tram, for the sake of the peace of a complete stranger to her!
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All my life I have been ashamed of my mother. She was missing one eye and looked ugly to me. We lived in poverty. I didn’t remember my father, but my mother ... Whoever gives a good job, such as she, is one-eyed. And if my mother tried to dress me better and at school I did not differ from my classmates, then compared to the mothers of other children, so beautiful and smart, she seemed like an ugly beggar. I hid her from my friends as best I could.
But one day she took it, and she came to school - she got bored, you see. And she came up to me in front of everyone! As soon as I did not fall through the ground. In a rage, he ran away wherever his eyes looked. And the next day, of course, the whole school was talking about how ugly my mother was. Well, or so it seemed to me. And I hated her. “It would be better if I didn’t have a mother at all than one like you, it would be better if you died!” - I shouted then. She was silent.
Most of all I wanted to get away from home as soon as possible, to get away from my mother. And what could she give me? I studied hard at school, then, in order to continue my education, I moved to the capital. He started working, got married, got his own house. Soon there were children. Life smiled at me. And I was proud of the fact that I achieved everything myself. I didn't remember my mother.
But one day she came to the capital and came to my house. The children did not know that this was their grandmother, they did not know at all that they had a grandmother, and they began to laugh at her. Because my mother was so ugly. An old resentment washed over me. Again she! Now he wants to embarrass me in front of my children and wife?! "What do you want here? Decided to scare my children?” I hissed, pushing her out the door. She said nothing.
Several years have passed. I have made even more progress. And when an invitation came from the school to a meeting of graduates, I decided to go. Now I had nothing to be ashamed of. The meeting was fun. Before leaving, I decided to wander around the city and I don’t know how I got to my old house. The neighbors recognized me, said that my mother had died, and handed over her letter. I was not particularly upset, and at first I wanted to throw the letter away without reading it.
But he opened it anyway. “Hello, son. Forgive me for everything. For not being able to provide you with a happy childhood. Because you had to be ashamed of me. For coming to your house without permission. You have beautiful children and I did not want to scare them at all. They look so much like you. Take care of them. Of course, you don’t remember this, but when you were very young, an accident happened to you and you lost an eye. I gave you mine. There was nothing more I could do to help you. You have achieved everything yourself. And I just loved you, rejoiced at your successes and was proud of you. And she was happy. Your mother".
One Eye is a sad story about a boy who was embarrassed by his mother.
ONE EYE
My mother only had one eye. All my life I hated her because she was my shame.
She traded at a small local market. She sold vegetables and fruits that she grew in the garden and other small things, and this earned us a living. She was disgusting.
Once, when I was still in elementary school, my mother came to my school to see me. I almost fell into the ground. How could she do this to me?! I ignored her, gave her a hateful look and ran away.
The next day, one of my classmates said, “Ugh, your mother only has one eye!”
I wanted to burn with shame. But I also wanted my mother to disappear.
That day I had a fight with her and said: “If you are going to make a laughing stock of me all your life, maybe you should die?”.
My mother was silent. I didn't even think for a second about what I said because I was blinded by anger. I ignored her feelings. I didn't want to live with her.
Maybe I felt a little guilty, but on the other hand, I felt good because I said what I wanted to say, and I always did. Perhaps I did this because she never punished me, but I did not think at that moment that I had hurt her feelings very much.
That night I woke up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table, crying quietly, as if she was afraid she might wake me up.
I looked at her and turned away. And all because of this injury, which I mentioned earlier, and which hurt me to the core. But even then I continued to hate my mother, who wept with one eye. So I swore to myself that when I grow up, I will be rich, because I hate my one-eyed mother and our hopeless poverty.
Then I started studying hard. I left my mother and went to Moscow to continue my studies, and was admitted to Moscow State University, having passed a huge competitive selection. Then I got married. Then I bought an apartment, my wife bore me children. Now I lived happily as a successful man. I like it here because this place doesn't remind me of my mother.
I felt more and more happy until one day someone rang at my door.
"What? Who are you?” I said as I opened the front door.
It was my mother. All with the same one eye. It seemed to me that the whole weight of the sky lay on my shoulders. My little daughter came up behind me, looked at my mother, and ran away in tears. She was afraid of her grandmother.
I turned to my mother and asked: “Who are you? I do not know you!"
I really wanted the words I said to be true.
“How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter?” I yelled at her, “Get out of here!”
My mother quietly replied, “Oh, I'm so sorry. I must have the wrong address.”
She turned and walked away. I looked out the window and saw her walking slowly down the street and disappearing around the corner.
“Thank God,” I breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't recognize me. The tension has completely subsided. I convinced myself that I should not think about it and blame myself for this act for the rest of my life.
One day, many years later, I received a letter in the mail. It said that my school was going to have an alumni meeting soon. I wanted to see all my old school friends for a long time, so I decided to go to my hometown. After the reunion, out of pure curiosity, I decided to visit the house where I grew up and spent my entire childhood.
When I arrived there, I saw that the house was abandoned and boarded up. Neighbors told me that my mother had died a few years ago. I didn't shed a single tear.
Then they handed me a sealed envelope. They said my mother asked me to give it to me. I opened it and read the note inside:
My dear son, I believe that I have lived a long happy life. I will no longer try to come to visit you, in Moscow. Can I now ask you to visit my grave at least once? I was so glad to see your face again. I missed you so much. I've always been proud of you, son.
I regret that I had only one eye, and that I embarrassed you all my life with my appearance. When you were very young, we had an accident and you lost an eye. As a mother, I couldn't let you grow up with one eye. The doctors said that with an eye transplant, only the eye of a close relative can take root, so I gave you my eye without hesitation. And I have never regretted this decision. Was it possible? When you love someone, their happiness means much more to you than your own...
My mother only had one eye. I hated her. Because her condition made me feel ashamed
In order to earn a piece of bread for the family, she worked at the school as a cook
One day when I was in elementary school, my mother came to me to visit me.
The floor is gone from under my feet. How could she do it? I felt so ashamed
I pretended not to see her. I looked at her with hatred and ran away from there
the next day my classmate friend said to me: "Uh, yes, your mother, it turns out, is one-eyed"
I wanted to fall through the ground. I wanted my mother to disappear somewhere.
Therefore, on the day when I met her, I said to her: "Wouldn't it be better for you to die so as not to put me in a ridiculous position?"
Mother didn't answer me
I didn't even think about what I was saying because I was very angry
I didn't care about her feelings
I didn't want her to be at home
I worked very hard and went to Singapore to study
Then I got married. Bought my house. I had my own children and I was happy with life
One day my mother came to me. For so many years she did not see me and did not know her grandchildren.
When she came to the door my kids started laughing at her
How could she come to my house and scare my children? I yelled at her "GET OUT OF HERE!"
To this, my mother quietly replied: "Forgive me. It seems that I came to the wrong address" and after these words disappeared from my eyes
One day a letter came to me from school about a meeting of school graduates.
I told my wife as an excuse that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I just went to my old house just for the sake of curiosity.
Neighbors said my mother died
I didn't feel sad at all
I was given a letter that my mother had left for me.
"My most beloved son, I always thought of you
I am very sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children
I was very happy when I heard that you were coming to the reunion
But I didn't know if I could get out of bed to see you
I am very sorry that when you were growing up, you were constantly ashamed because of me.
You know, my child, when you were little, you had an accident and lost your eye.
I couldn't bear, like your mother, that you would grow up with one eye.
That's why I gave you my eye
And now I'm so proud of you, thinking that you see through that eye instead of me.
With all your love
your mother"
My mother only had one eye. When I was little, I didn't like her for it. Disliked for excessive attention at school. He hated it when the other kids stared at her and then looked away in disgust. My mother worked two jobs to provide for her family, but she always annoyed me and I wanted her to just ignore me.
Every time my mother came to school, my only desire was for her to disappear. I felt a wave of hatred for the woman that made me the laughing stock of the school. Once, in a moment of extreme anger, I even told my mother that I wished she didn't exist at all. I was completely indifferent to how she felt.
When I grew up, I did everything I could to get away from her. I did well in school and got a job abroad never to see it again. I got married and started supporting my family on my own. I worked hard to provide a comfortable life for my family and my adorable children. And he never mentioned his mother.
One day suddenly my mother came to visit me. Her one-eyed face frightened my little children and they began to cry. I got mad at her for suddenly coming and forbade her from my house, but my mother calmly apologized and left without saying a word.
Decades later, I received an invitation to meet my classmates and came to my hometown. I could not resist the temptations and decided to go to the hut of my childhood. My neighbors told me that my mother died a long time ago, but left a letter for me.
"My dear son:
I'm sorry I came to your house so unexpectedly and scared your adorable kids. Forgive me for the fact that I gave you so many unpleasant moments and was the reason for your humiliation in childhood.
I found out that you are going to come to your hometown to meet your classmates. I'm afraid that I may not live to see that time, so I think it's time to tell you about what happened to you when you were very young. You had an accident, as a result of which you lost an eye. I was dying at the thought that my beloved child would grow up with one eye. I wanted you to see this wonderful world in all its glory and gave you my eye.
My dear son, I always love and will love you with all my heart. I have never regretted my decision to give you my eye, and I die with peace of mind and the thought that I was able to give you the opportunity to live a fulfilling life.
Your loving mother."
Evening dinner with dad
The son took his elderly father with him to dinner at a restaurant. Since the father was very old and helpless, while eating, he dropped crumbs and pieces of food on himself. The restaurant patrons looked at him with disgust, while the son was absolutely calm.
After the old man finished his meal, his son, just as calmly and calmly, cleaned his clothes of the remnants of food, smoothed his hair and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. When they got up from the table, the whole restaurant looked at them in absolute silence, wondering how a young man could be dishonored like that.
The son signed the bill and led his father to the exit. And at that moment one of the visitors, an elderly man, asked the young man:
"Didn't you leave anything behind?"
To the negative answer, the old man objected:
"No, you left - a lesson for every son and a hope for every father!"
There was absolute silence in the restaurant.
Morality: to take care of those who once took care of us is the highest nobility. We all know how our parents always worried and worried about us. Love, respect and care for your parents.
My mother only had one eye. I hated her. Because her condition made me feel ashamed. In order to earn a piece of bread for the family, she worked at the school as a cook. One day when I was in elementary school, my mother came to visit me. The floor is gone from under my feet. How could she do it? I felt so ashamed. I pretended not to see her. I looked at her with hatred and ran away from there. The next day, my classmate friend said to me: "Uh, yes, your mother, it turns out, is one-eyed." I wanted to fall through the ground. I wanted my mother to disappear somewhere. Therefore, on the day when I met her, I said to her: "Wouldn't it be better for you to die so as not to put me in a ridiculous position?" Mother didn't answer me. I didn't even think about what I was saying because I was very angry. I didn't care about her feelings. I didn't want her to be at home. I worked very hard and went to Singapore to study. Then I got married. Bought my house. I had my own children and I was content with life. One day my mother came to me. For so many years she had not seen me and did not know her grandchildren. When she came to the door, my children began to laugh at her. How could she come to my house and scare my children? I yelled at her "GET OUT OF HERE!" To this, my mother quietly replied: "Forgive me. It seems that I came to the wrong address," and after these words disappeared from my eyes. One day a letter came to me from school about a meeting of school graduates. I told my wife as an excuse that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I just went to my old house just out of curiosity. The neighbors said that my mother had died. I didn't feel sad at all. I was given a letter that my mother left for me: "My most beloved son, I have always thought of you. I am very sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children. I was very happy when I heard that you would come to the reunion. But I didn't know if I could get out of bed to see you I'm very sorry that when you were growing up you were constantly ashamed because of me You know my child when you were little you had an accident and you lost my eye I couldn't stand, like your mother, that you grow up with one eye So I gave you my eye And now I'm so proud of you, thinking that you see with that eye instead of me With all your love your mother "Islam, interesting,case,muslims,namaz,prayer,azan,beautiful recitation of the Koran,Quran,hadith,hadith,sunnah, Namaz for a muslim, think about people, signs for meditators, islamic videos, beautiful, chechnya, muhammad,islam, prophet Muhammad with .a.s,
