Taken from life. “I helped my daughter renovate the house”: now he says that “I am not the owner, so I have no voice”

For as long as I can remember, I have always been a man from work, not from words. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/48ee05/620x0/1/0/2025/03/28/p7lelnfatgpnsdl8i4chchuunocigsvqozwnnajhm.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; I helped my daughter renovate the house & quot;: Now he says that "I am not the owner, so I have no voice" Style = "background-color: rgba (100,98,93.1)" > < p > no m & oacute; I was told by children & I love you & rdquo; every day, but I was with them every time something was collapsed.

< p > When C & Amp; Oacute; Rka bought an old, ruined house from a loan, called me: < br /> & amp. & AMP; Bdquo; Dad, you will help ? we can't do it without you. ” < P >I did not ask about the detail. I packed the tools, got into the car and went.

< p > through p & oacute; ł year I drove every day, sometimes even in rain and snow.

< p > I ripped the plasters, painted the walls, put the fence.

< p > I made friends with a neighbor, which & ry m & oacute; wił: < br /> & amp. & AMP; BDquo; This house looks like new thanks to you. < p > I laughed at the time that the house looks good and my back looks 30 years older. < p > but it was a good fatigue. Because I was doing something for her. Today I am entering this house only when they invite you earlier. < p > because I once allowed myself to ask:

< p >< br /> & mdash; & AMP; BDQUO; Maybe you would make in the kitchen p & oacute; below ? it will be more convenient. “&

< p > a c & oacute; Rka looked and said dry:

< p >< br /> & mdash; & AMP; Bdquo; Dad, this is M & Amp; Oacute; J house. You are not the owner here, so you have no voice. “& Amp;

< p > I didn't look up.

< p > because I didn't want her to see how much she took everything that I built with my heart.

< p > I don't want to take anything. I don't want to kick with walls, ceilings, window sills. But does it really not even give me voting right ?~ 60 > < p > It's not about decisions. It's about respect. About the memory that this house has my tired hands in the foundations.

< p > I don't drive today. I don't ask how work is progressing. I do not suggest, although I see mistakes. < p > because since I have no voice & ndash; I have silence. < p > and only the heart sometimes asks the question: do children really see R & oacute; gamble between & ampquo; owner & rdquo; A & BDQUO; Father & ?