I have a large family, we have 5 children, I am the youngest, my all are older than me and my "take-to-take" were sisters. And they always took me sooner to get rid of me and get rid of my affairs. And somehow nothing predicted trouble, but already 6, and nobody is in a hurry to take me. The time is close to 7 and no one else. The year was about 89-90, there are no mobile phones, no one is raising the city. It was decided to take me home. Here we go with the teacher, I am happy, so much time spent on the street, not at home. We come home, we knock at the door, my mother opens and so surprised, “Are you not at home yet?” She apologized to the teacher and pulled me home. Pythagoras got everything. The excuse was that everyone thought that it was not his turn to take and banally forgot about me, and forgot everything and my absence at home did not embarrass anyone. It was very offensive.

And a couple of years later (years 6-7 I was), when I was already walking on the street alone, under the supervision of my mother from the window, I was called home screaming in the window. I knew it was about when it was getting dark. Our company was big in the yard, we were friends and old and young, as they say. And here it started on the street: Katya home, Olya home. I am not all called. It’s already dark and I’m not worried at all. I think I’ve grown up and I know when to go. The older ones are coming home, my name is here. I am an adult and I know when to go. But sitting alone became scary and I drowned home. There is no light anywhere. I walked through the rooms, everyone was sleeping. All the fucking sleep and again forgot about me... I don’t know how I wasn’t lost in the markets at the time.

These are my relatives =)