As a child, he lived in a village, his father worked as a car engineer, he went to work on foot, 20 minutes to go.



He went in on the way to work to the store, and I stood there, looking at the vitrine with cookies.

He comes and asks:

Hi, what are you doing here?

Nothing, I just look.

Maybe you want something?

- Cooked cakes, but they are expensive, at 22 cents

My father came to the box and bought me a pack of these cakes. I went out of the store and he said to me:



- Go home, son, and don't just go to the store, not the eyes. What you want, tell me. have agreed?



Okay daddy



I went home and my father went to work.



We just went to the store constantly disadvantaged kids ran, bought nothing, just watched who would eat anything, they were happy. My father came in, and I went in there.

I visited my father recently, and I remembered his case. He smiled and said:

- I bought you these cakes for 5 rubles, and I did not go to the dining week).

- Fuck, daddy... well, I would buy a couple, I would have enough, why so much?

- No, son, you looked at the window so carefully, my heart was stuck. You never asked for anything, there was a little money in the family, my mom after surgery at home for almost a year, lived on my salary, you four. Meat, potatoes, milk, everything was, but I did not pay attention to sweets, sausage is enough. Since then, I have always bought these cakes for your salary. Do you remember?

I remember Dad, thank you.