In a small town, where the sky always seemed to be blue, and the sun was pleasant to heat the skin, stood an old house made of red brick. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/918d53/620x0/1/0/2025/02/26/kzista37rpyds8rgess2zush43ujw0il6uldvdvi.jpg" alt = "father, source: pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (60.52,43.1)" > < p > One afternoon the storm unleashed in our house like a lightning hitting the ground. I stood on the threshold of my room, looking at people fighting with myself: my son and his wife.

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< p >– Dzm & oacute; you wiped your room to our child! You are a selfish grandfather! Lidka shouted, her voice was full of anger.

< p > I couldn't believe my ears. For ten years of living under one roof I thought that I was part of the family. And now ? I felt like an intruder in my own life.

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< p > Grzegorz stood on the side of Lidka:

< p >– Dad, you are old and weak. You should think about the nursing home. – His words were like n & oacute; Ż, stuck in my heart. I couldn't believe what I hear & ndash; Their plan was clear: they wanted to throw me out of the place that was everything for me.

< p > cold tone of Lidka left no illusions: – Choose his or me.

< p > at that moment I felt terror and determination at the same time. I suddenly understood that I had to act; It's time for decisions.

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< P >The next morning I packed their things into a few cardboard boxes & w & ndash; There were children's toys and Grzegorz's clothes from years ago – I left them in front of the entrance door along with the card: “Bdquo; locks were changed & When the wet & oacute; after a whole day of work (probably thinking about their new life without me), they met with the cold air of the corridors.

Their screams were interrupted by the neighborhood & < P >– Dad! Hole < P >– I feel great! For the first time in years! – I answered them happily through the closed door; My heart was beating firmly from the emotion of relief and freedom.

< p > Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, I imagined all these moments of happiness from before the tragedy – I already knew one thing: this house is known to & W will be m & oacute; j!

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< p > When the young frantically tried to convince me to open the door & ndash; They even claimed that the spa was waiting for me – I was just smiling under my breath, thinking about all television programs that I haven't watched the oacute; < P >

< p > with each moment their frustration increased; Their screams became more and more desperate – but I was steadfast as a tree holding roots deeply recessed in my life.

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Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116