My mother has been sick for a long time. Cancer with all its consequences. But, until the last, she wandered everywhere, in small affairs and hospitals, believing that as soon as she would lie down, she would immediately die. It may be so. Sometimes she got bad on the way. She did not lose consciousness, but there was a sharp weakness and she settled on the ground. Sometimes I managed to get to the bench, sometimes it didn’t work. People often stopped and offered help. Since she did not walk far, everyone near the house, was accompanied home a couple of times. But usually she refused with gratitude, attacks of weakness passed quickly and she went home without problems.



At one such moment, she found herself at the fence of the kindergarten, the fence is long, at the path "the fence" is grassy. That’s where she’s sitting. I went out of the store, a few products in a package. I sit, he says, breathing fresh air, spring is good. She was optimistic. A 25-year-old man approached her and asked what had happened. Mom usually refused, said, the weakness is strong, will soon pass. The guy took a pack of foods and quickly left.



My mother told me that with laughter. That is, the fool. There would be something to steal, bread, and a pack of strawberries. A couple of years have passed, my mom is almost a year away, and I can’t forget and forgive him. As I remember this guy, I immediately want to break his part.