I went for a walk with my mother and my younger sister (8 years old) to Peterhof. The people are dark as always. Well, and I go, the child on the head, what I tell, I take my hand and lead after myself.
Suddenly, a mother’s cry from behind: “This is not our child!”
I see, but the girl really isn’t ours.
I have never seen such frightened eyes.
I presented a picture, you are 8 years old, you walk with your mom, and here the aunt approaches, smoothes you on the head, and takes away.
A childhood nightmare.