I sat at the table, nervously tapping my nails on the countertop. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/26764d/620x0/1/0/2025/03/13/abc26wkmmptnhmpjwgdoSjrk3Amf6S8RRT8EF8A.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (156,114,96,1)" > < p > — Grandma, we must talk.
< p > An older woman looked at me from the eyeglass & oacute; w. There was no fear in her eyes, there was no request.< p > There was only silence.
< p > — You know that a child will be born soon — I started carefully. < p > — I know. < p > silence was long and heavy.< p > — We have nowhere to live & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; I said quietly.
< p > — You have a place to live — She interrupted me sharply. & Amp; MDASH; You have this house.
< p > — This is TW & AMP; J DOM & AMP; MDASH; I sighed. & Amp; MDASH; And we can't live in one baby room. < p > — This is your problem, not m & oacute; j.< p > m & oacute; Jeusus < p > — Grandma & Hellip; You know that it is not that we want to throw you away.
< P >& Amp; MDASH; So for what ? — Her eyes flashed.
< p > — That we need space. That you need care. < p > — I have care. < p > — But I can't take care of you and look after the child at the same time! < p > — You don't have to — shrugged. < p > was adamant.< p > The truth was that the house belonged to her.
< p > We were here only here.
< p > We could not afford to rent.
< p > We had no way to go p & oacute;
< p > a grandmother ?
< p > It was getting older. She forgot more and more, more and more often needed help.
< p > I couldn't take care of it when I was about to give birth in a moment.
< p > — The nursing home is not a prison, grandmother — I finally said. < p > looked at me as if I had betrayed her in the worst possible way & oacute; b.< p > — You want to give me back there to have more space ?
< p > — I want you to be safe!
< p > — You lie — Discovered. Her face was stone and her eyes full b & oacute; lu.< p > — I don't want to go there.
< p > I couldn't force her. < p > but I could make a decision. < p > about yourself.< p > about your family.
~ P > Week p & oacute; we found a cheap studio. < p > It was small, tight, we barely fit in it & Żeczko. < p > but it was our place. < p > When we moved out, grandmother did not leave the room.< p > did not say goodbye.
< p > did not say a word.< p > and I didn't know if it would ever forgive me.
< p > Will I ever forgive me.