Taken from life. “I sold a house to help my daughter”: now I sleep on a sofa bed

It was a house with a soul. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/AD1992/620x0/1/0/2025/04/06/sqp4azl48q7ldr3ht0ftcrc4g4g4gnsw0stlSrkv4bb.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (49,41,24,1)" > < p > old wooden beams in the ceiling, creaking stairs and the smell of apple pie floating from the kitchen. There I took my first steps as a wife, mother, woman. There, I hugged C & Amp; Oacute; when she had a fever, baked the dough for her eighteenth birthday, and then waved her porch when she was leaving.

< p > The house was m & oacute; j. My safe place. M & oacute; j world.

< p > until she called.

< p > & ndash; Mom & Hellip; We are in huge trouble. Bank, bailiff, credit & Hellip; We can't do it. If we lose the apartment, the little one will have nowhere to sleep & hellip;

< p > I didn't think long. This is my C & Amp; Oacute; Rka. My child. Her safety and grandson were more important than the walls, roof or memories. I sold the house. I gave her money entirely. & AMP; BDQUO; Start again & rdquo; & ndash; I said. & ndash; & AMP; BDQUO; I can handle &.

< p > At the beginning everything was fine. She promised that I would live with them, that they would find a corner for me. I was to wait only a few weeks. I agreed to live with a neighbor & ndash; a good soul who gave me a sofa in her salon.

< p > A week turned into a month. Then in three. Then in silence.

< p > When I called, she was busy. When I wrote, she wrote back after three days: < br /> ~ & ampquo; Mom, we can't. Michał does not feel comfortable. We have no place. I'm sorry. & Amp; Rdquo; < p > sorry ? I had nothing. Or home. Neither & oacute; Żka. Nor C & Amp; Oacute; Rki, which I thought was the closest person.

< p > in the evenings I look at the ceiling at the neighbor. The couch creaks, the quilt smells like someone else's house. And I ask myself: can you really stay with nothing ?

< p > m & oacute; that good comes back. But maybe not always. Maybe sometimes just disappears & ndash; Like echo Sł & oacute; w & thank you & rdquo;, kt & oacute; re.