Five years have passed since my wife went out. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/e0e114/620x0/1/0/2025/04/25/ujpnuygrPlev6adzxcrwff4oncppptl1zzfforfje.jpg" alt = "from life taken. & Amp; Quot; I found love after years of mourning": but she set the condition: you choose me or a child " styles = "background-color: rgba (74.75.56.1)" > < p > I will not say: & ampquo; left & rdquo;. Because not & ndash; She went out like a candle with a sharp gust of wind. Cancer took everything away from us & ndash; Cooperation plans, spok & oacute; j, conversations about nothing before bedtime. < p > I was a father, mother, chef, friend, teacher. I wore grapes to school instead of sweets, I learned to tie a tie for a school appeal, I cried at night in a pillow so that he would not see.
< p > but life goes on – And although I did not allow myself to think that I would love to love someone & hellip; I met Marta. < P >She was warm, smiling, mature. M & oacute; she admired how I managed after the loss. That not every man has so much strength. And I finally felt that I am knowing & in I am for someone more than just & ampquo; dad Daniel & rdquo;.< p > We approached each other. Slowly. Carefully. After a year she lived with us. At first, everything seemed to be arranged. Daniel was quiet but polite. Marta & ndash; The current, though less and less patient. She began to throw remarks: < br /> & bdquo; You remember ? &
< p > one day, after a small quarrel between them, she told me something that got into me like n & oacute; Ż:
< p > & ndash; Either I or him. I will not share my life with you if he is always in the first place. < br /> & amp. It's not a child anymore. He is ten years old, he can handle it. I am your future.
< p > I froze.< p > I knew women who loved for convenience. I knew those who were afraid of other people's children. But I didn't think I would have to choose. Not between the two loves & ndash; but between love and duty.
< p > I went out to the balcony. Daniel was on the yard. He played football alone, as often recently. He looked at G & Amp; Oacute; and waved. And then I realized that everything I need, I have there & ndash; in his eyes. < P > Wr & oacute; to the living room. Marta stood with arms folded.< p > & ndash; You choose ? & ndash; she asked cold.
< p > I nodded.< p > & ndash; Yes. I choose my son. < br /> because it is not he who puts me the conditions. < br /> He is not he who takes something from me. < br /> he is every day, even after losing his mother, he believed that dad would never leave. < /p >