I had my small house with a garden. He was not modern or luxurious, but he was full of memories. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/69216c/620x0/1/0/2025/03/27/ijki9rlgjjdzkhfo2qwff2np7a0gvfva48saq02gu.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (58,48,43,1)" > < p > I taught children to walk there, baked the first cakes there, there I cried after my husband's death. I believed that this place would always be mine. Until the day came when the eldest son said:
< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, we want to buy a flat, but we miss our own contribution. Without your help, we can't do it. ” < P >I didn't hesitate. I sold the house. I moved into a rented studio, and separated the money between my son and c & oacute; rk.
< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; if you need something, mom, we are for you. ” & Amp; MDASH; provided both of them.
< p > at the beginning they still called. < p > sometimes they came with grandchildren.< p > but with time everything died down.
< p > they received the phone less and less often.
< p > I heard more and more often:
< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, now we can't, we have so many things & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, you can't come to us ? You know, with children it is difficult to move anywhere. “&
< p > When a pipe broke in my apartment, I called my son.
< p > — & bdquo; maybe for a moment I will stay with you ? Before you fix everything ? & &< p > fell silent
< p > and then said:
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; You know, mother -in -law already lives with us, there is no place & hellip; & &
< P > There is no place. For me. For a mother who gave everything away. For a woman who sold a house & oacute; j house so that they could have SW & oacute; j.
< p > then I understood something that I didn't want to see all my life: < p > unconditional love can only be one way.< p > because when you have nothing to do with the dish – you are often not needed to anyone.
< p > today I live in a center for senior & oacute; w. Good people, calmly. But this is not a home. This is a waiting room in which nobody looks for visits.< p > I have no regrets. But I have one dream:
< p > that at least once which & oacute; they called and asked not & do something need &< p > but simply: & bdquo; mom, how do you feel today ? & rdquo;