Andrzej has worked hard all his life. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/1a4642/620x0/1/0/2024/12/28/t5yttm5bgulwepkaphaphph99ikhpjaptSPtqsqbjrc4gi.jpg" alt = "older Mr. @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (156,148,132,1)" > < p > He was not a great businessman, but he built with his own hands what many could envy him: a house with a large garden, a small workshop, a little savings for a rainy day. He raised his son & ndash; Michał & Amp; Ndash; Believing that he gives him not only the name, but also the values: respect, responsibility, loyalty.
< p > but when Andrzej got old, everything changed. < p > Michał visited him less and less. He called with grievances more and more often: that the father himself cannot cope, that too much trouble & oacute; in that care costs. And finally the decision was made & ndash; brutal, cool, without emotions:< P >& ndash; Dad, for your good. You will be better at your care home.
< p > And so Andrzej came in a foreign place, away from the smell of his home, from the murmur of trees in the garden, from everything he loved. His heart was bursting, but pride did not let him ask, beg, humiliate. < p > time passed. Michał waited. < p > waited for his father's death. < br /> waited for a decline. < br /> for the house, land, workshop. < p > and finally this day has come. Andrzej went away in silence, without saying goodbye. < p > Michał appeared in the notary's office with the conviction that in a moment he would be the owner of everything. He imagined the sale of the house, a quick injection of Got & oacute; new life. < p > but then the notary was taken out by a document that Michał never expected.< p > will.
< p > written years ago, with Andrzej's signature. < p > according to it all property & ndash; house, land, workshop and savings & ndash; Michał did not fall. Andrzej wrote everything to his old friend, a childhood neighbor who visited him at a nursing home, who brought him his favorite cakes and talked to him when the whole world forgot about him.< p > because in the eyes of Andrzej the family is not blood, but deeds. < br /> and son who gave his father like an unnecessary piece of furniture, ceased to be a son long ago. < /p > < p > Michał got up from the table, pale as a wall. < br /> but it was already behind p & oacute; Żn. < /p > < p > because sometimes the biggest revenge is not scream, revenge or grievance. < br /> sometimes the greatest revenge is a dignified departure and silence, after which & oacute; Rej remains nothing to inherit & ndash; neither things nor hearts.