Taken from life. “The daughter went abroad and does not call”: But when she needed money, I was her mother

When she left, we cried both. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/2a532d/620x0/1/0/2025/03/31/ihyirn9kxj2qnmv70mxiftuxuic99ys17ics.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (85.85.85.1)" > < p > she & ndash; Because she leaves everything she knew. I & ndash; Because she stays without her. She promised to call. That even Kr & oacute; but every day.

< p > m & oacute; Wiła: < br />< br /> & amp. & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, don't worry. It's just a job to have a better start. We are a family. We will always be close. & Amp;

< P >I believed. As a mother always believes. Because the mother's love knows no boundaries & ndash; neither geographical nor emotional.

< p > at the beginning she wrote every day. Then every few days. P & oacute; only when she had a problem. And finally & Hellip; silence. < p > only once in a while Kr & oacute; & AMP; Bdquo; Everything okay, don't call. Work. & Amp;

< p > and I sat in the evenings in the kitchen, with a phone in my hand, and watched if the screen would light up. It did not light up. But when one day she wrote:

< p > — & AMP; Bdquo; Mom, I need money. I am begging you. < p > I didn't hesitate. Although I have a modest pension myself. Although I count every penny. I gave what I had. Because then I was knowing her mother. On & oacute; she needed me. Wr & oacute; only for a moment & ndash; for transfer.

< p > then silence again. I don't want money back. It's not about that. The point is that I am only a mother when something needs. < p > and when I just want to hear how he feels, what he does, or sometimes laughs & ndash; I am not important. < p > once a neighbor called: < br /> & mdash; & AMP; Bdquo; Your C & Amp; Oacute; Rka uploaded photos from holidays. So well, she radiates. < P > I looked at these photos. With a smile, in a new dress, with a glass in your hand. And I sat alone, with a turn off the lamp, and I asked myself:

< P > & BDQUO; Is it really so difficult to write one word: Mom ? & # rdquo;

< p > Maybe someday Wr & oacute; Maybe someday he would remember who first held her hand when she was afraid. Maybe.

< p > but I know one thing: I don't want to be a mother only when you need to save someone's life. < p > I want to be a mother when you just remember.