Taken from life. “Half a year has passed since her son's departure”: today a pregnant girl stood on my threshold and announced that she was wearing his child

Almost half a year has passed. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/01f21d/620x0/1/0/2025/01/24/zsruxdag2jcxncmivk5vak7hud8dnbmkfwlmq2up.jpg" alt = "funeral @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (109,101,88.0.53)" > < p > p & oacute; ł year b & oacute; lu, silence and emptiness, which nothing could fill anything. ~ 60 > < p > It wasn't a day for me not to think about him.

< p > m & oacute; j son.

< p > m & oacute; j the only son.

< p > his things were still where he left them. His favorite mug stood on the kitchen p & oacute; and the jacket hung in the hall, as if he had a wy & oacute; cić.

< p > but not ax < p > Never again < p > doorbell.

< p > I switched to hesitantly.

< p > A young girl stood before me.

< p > pale, nervous, with great, glazed eyes.

< p > but then I noticed something else.

< p > — Who you are ? — I asked carefully.

< p > — My name is Kasia & Amp; Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; Her voice trembled. & Amp; MDASH; I was a son of your son.

< p > my heart killed faster.

< p > — Why are you only now appearing ?

< p > The girl lowered her eyes.

< p > — I was afraid & Hellip; I didn't know if I should come.

< p > tightened her hands on her dress.

< p > — Because & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; She swallowed with hardly. & Amp; MDASH; Because I wear his child.

< p > I felt my legs bend under me.

< p > — I am in a sz & oacute; stimium month of pregnancy — She whispered. & Amp; MDASH; This child's child.

< p > p & oacute; ł a year ago I lost my son.

< p > stood in front of me a part of him, which I never expected.

< p > m & oacute; j grandson.

< p > his child.

< p > blood from his blood.

< p > — I don't know what to do — the girl said through tears.

< p > — Come, honey — I said softly. & Amp; MDASH; We will talk.