As a child, I think all mommy strictly punished strangers not to open the door. I am 7 years old, alone at home. When I knock on the door, I run to look in the eye and see an unknown uncle. The bearded uncle with a drunk voice demanded to open the door to him, saying, “That’s me, Tanjuha! “” Yes, my name is Tanya, but I didn’t open the door. A drunk uncle was sitting under the door until evening until his mother came back from work.

It turned out that it was my brother who returned from the army, and we have 13 years difference with him. He still reminds me of it, and my mother said I did the right thing.