At my very young age, my mother was gone. Dad was all around convinced that it was impossible to raise a child without a mother, and a year later a woman with a daughter slightly older than me moved to us.

The most striking impression was the second refrigerator in the apartment. He was bound by a tape that prevented the door from opening. I did not pay attention to it, well, it stands, but one day the curiosity of the child took its own. It turned out that if the tape is raised up the entire perimeter, it releases the door.

Inside were ripe fruits and a large bag of good candy. The delights were for the daughter of this woman, and they ate her when I could not see her.

I couldn’t stand up and ate two or three candies without asking, which still made me a little embarrassed, and about which I was later purged. You can’t go into this refrigerator. He probably threw fantasies into the bowl, so they noticed.

The wife and daughter were soon taken home by the father. There may have been other, more serious reasons for this.

He no longer listened to the counselors and did not bring his aunt home.

Thank you daddy for helping me and growing me up.