With the birth of my son, I, as a single mother, did not have the means and therefore, from despair, I came to the mother's house. My son became my world and my universe. I was so worried about him that when he was born, he did not leave him for a minute.
It seemed to me that something could happen to him. And when the sister with the child came, I felt for him some kind of aggression, because I was afraid that he might accidentally hit him. Just at that moment I did not like the guests who came to us.
My poor mother. Only now I realize how badly I wounded her. She worked sick in the cold and in the cold, earning a penny to buy clothes and food for the baby.
At that moment she, of course, often reproached me, and I thus very much swore with her and humiliated her. Sometimes to the most insulting words. Only God knows how I now repent, but then I had only one hatred for everyone except my son.
My son is like an angel, and I thank the Lord God for giving me such a miracle. When I look at his gray eyes are so clean and beautiful that I'm just ready to give all my 100 lives if they would have been with me.
My mother also worked in the cold, despite the fact that her health is weak and so we have held on to this money until my son is one year old. I left for another city, taking my son and mother, and began to work. We have enough for everything and even more. But when we started to quarrel with my mother, I was called the most recent words addressed to her, and brought her to tears.
I do not know why, but when I get angry, I do not understand how badly I am mistaken and at that moment my eyes, as if overlapping the veil, and I can very seriously injure a person. I almost do not control myself.
Once I came home after work, and my mother asked me to buy a medicine, and I went to the pharmacy. I reproached her that she does not follow the diet and therefore she has a stomach ache.
It turns out that this was a pre-infarction condition, and when I came home with my son from the pharmacy, my mother fainted and died. And I never had time to say how much I love her, and ask her for forgiveness for all the tears and insults she had to experience.
Now a year has passed, and I feel more and more pangs of conscience and I miss my mother. Sometimes simple banal words of love are so missing for our close people, and they leave us without ever hearing them.