Taken from life. “I gave my grandmother's daughter for a few months”: now the child does not want to come back to me

I stood in front of the door of my mother's house, feeling my heart pounding more and more. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/53da3f/620x0/1/0/2025/03/20/othz9rfrpjt3hvcgz4w5i8czbmphu5fyqfgsfbna.jpg" alt = "grandmother and granddaughter @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (144,115,79.1)" > < p > passed p & oacute; ł year.

< p > Six long months, since I gave her my c & oacute; rk.

< p > It was supposed to be only for a while.

< p > I had a wr & oacute; when I organize my life.

< p > but now & hellip; Now she did not want me to go to me. < p > began with a problem & in financial. < p > Lonely mother, two jobs, constant fatigue and fear that I can't do it. < p > grandmother offered help.

< p > — Don't worry, child. I will take her for a while, rest, you will stand on your feet.

< p > It was supposed to be temporary.

< p > I was supposed to recover it.

< p > only & hellip; I didn't think I would lose her forever.

< p > When I opened the door, I saw it. < p > my c & oacute; recie.

< p > smiling.

< p > playing in the living room, laughing at my mother.

< p > — C & oacute; reczko! & Amp; MDASH; I said quietly, extending my hands to her.

< p > but she didn't even look at me.

< p > — Come, we go home. < p > — I don't want. < p > I froze.

< p > — Honey, but you know that my mother came for you ? We go home.

< p > looked at my grandmother and then at me.

< p > — But I want to stay here.

< p > my heart broke.

< p > — What you told her ?! & Amp; MDASH; I threw towards my mother, trying to control tears.

< p > — Nothing.

< p > — Why does not want to be & oacute; 63 ~!

< p > — Because here is her home. Because here he feels safe.

< p > I looked at my C & Amp; Oacute; Rku and suddenly I understood. < p > I was alien to her.

< p > I was no longer a mother, for whom & oacute; she missed.

< p > I was only someone who was once in her life, but then disappeared.

< p > — Please, give me a chance. < p > — You can't force her. < p > — Is my child! < p > — You were absent p & oacute; ł of the year. For her it's all life. < p > WR & oacute; I was to an empty apartment. < p > with her room, which was waiting for her.

< p > with her toys, which & oacute; rectified dust.

< p > and with me.

< p > lonely.

< p > because my child already had a new house.

< p > and me & hellip;

< p > I was no longer part of it.