My mother was 16 years younger than my father, that is, when he was 50, she was 34 years old. She is a young and beautiful woman who had three children at the time. His father, despite all his positive traits of character, was very jealous of her. How hard I can only guess. I remember several cases, but one was the most impressive for me.

One day, my mother took me from the kindergarten and took me home. The road to the house passed through the railway, in the place of crossing the railway was a heat car, and in the cabin the mechanic, he with a short signal attracted our attention and sent an air kiss.

I asked my mother, “What did my uncle show?” “It’s an air kiss,” she replied, “And to whom did he send it? “Of course for you,” my mother replied.

God, what was happening in my soul was a fireworks of joy, happiness, life played with new colors, all the way home I imagined myself beautiful.

Upon returning home, the first thing I ran to my dad to tell him the good news, I shared with him the emotions, happiness flung out of me. My mom and dad talked about it in the kitchen.

But I wasn’t interested, I was a princess and a beauty.