I always wanted to have many children, but God did not give. In her youth I was ill, caught a cold, and forever lost the opportunity to conceive. But I was married, even twice, all the time I fiddled with my nephews, and then with my grandchildren.
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Now I’m already retired, one. To earn something to pension, she went to the housekeepers in two families at once.
And in one family – just secrets of some Madrid court. On weekends, the owners of my son leave me on me, but they themselves leave. Enjoyed, rude, sometimes slaughter of each other, and then I and the boy are leaning for a walk for an hour and a half. We come – and they are already reassured, happy with all.
At first I thought that they were accepting drugs that they were doing sadism somewhere. And once we accidentally returned a little ahead of time, and they scream two voices outside the door. I have a shock like a current – this is such sex, and I quickly took the little boy again outside.
Then she hinted to the hostess so subtly, she also evasively, but made it clear that they are so discharged. I still added, she answered again. In a word, as it happens in women, we did not say anything, but we understood everything. And after another six months, she told me everything at all. It turns out that they still have a girl, older, but she is in a house for psycho -chronicles from birth. Something with a thyroid gland, congenital and incurable. Moreover, they believe that she is so because they had too stormy sex then. Here they go to visit her, and then, both an obsession, and pulls on the same.
And I asked them. This is horror, just hell, even if all the nannies were angels there, still – hell for children. And our girl just lies and looks for a non -childish wise look. And even though she has a nightmare, for her eyes you can give half a life. I even thought at first that she was pretending, and then I still realized that it was her life like that. And I loved her.
There was a strange feeling – as if I had just been concealed, still languishing downstairs and in her chest, and as if immediately gave birth to her, and already fed her chest, and she grew up on my hands. And all this flashed in one second.
I left all the work, took the girl to my place, and we have been living together for a year and a half. Of course, her parents contain us, visit us every other day, even a brother came several times. And he took his sister as a miracle, but not like horror.
Here is such a strangeness of life – in the slope of the years the baby started, who is worth all others. And happy, and not one.
L. AND.
From letters to the magazine “Social Protection”
