When you grow up and you have five, maybe even seven, you will ask me, "Mom, why are you married Dad?"And I'm for anything in the world do not recognize that I married him because really like to see you there.I never tell you that I lived with a completely different person.With those who gave me peace and understanding, joy and inner excitement, awe and peace of mind.With him it was so wonderful.He makes me happy.But he did not want you.
You would not admit that your father became my husband is not of great love, but because we both want you.Little girl with fluffy eyelashes, which will climb on my lap and whisper in your ear: "Mom, I love you."The chips, which will run into the bedroom in the morning and frantically require parental awakening, getting into bed with cold heels.Fashionistas who will wear my dress and shoes, and painted lipstick, who lost his milk teeth flanking the mouth.Princess, whose dolls will take the most honorable place at the table, served with a pink plastic posudkoy.
And I really want you to be when you grow up, married Prince, who will give you a true woman's happiness.So you will never know as there was our meeting with the woman.What could be more stupid?- Accidentally typed my father's old room ... And voila!- Farewell quiet.Hopefully, you'll never be as I am, with disgust to remember moments like the conversation.Do not become a daily chew their head, wondering what you said is not true.Do not you remember how I could not sleep a wink for two days after that meeting.You do not hear reproaches his father for this sin.All this will remain between us.I do not feel any bit of stress from my Dad's communication with parents and your grandparents.
Though, perhaps, when you grow up, and our way with my dad finally go out, I'll introduce you to the man who gave me so much warmth and happiness that words can not convey.After all, who else can share the joy, if not the most native person in the world?
And while I do not feel the joy of waking up.The days are longer, dreary, cold.And the only thing that gives my life meaning - it's you!For you, my joy, I can, I'll be able to overcome in themselves the hurt and pain.I will do everything so that you never knew about anything.
Your dad says your grandmother, the jeweler!On the first attempt I gave me you, my baby.My bloodless, my piece, my my daughter.For now, baby, rest.You like when I stroked you like this?Hey-hey!Do not kick it!The younger and more show me!I'm waiting for you for so long.
Natalia Malevanaya
Articles Source: etoya.ru
