I was 8. I thought I was grown up enough to help my mother not just at home. I decided, then, to take my sister from the garden so that my mother comes home, and we are already here.

I took my sister out of the garden. I still wonder how her teachers gave me. Maybe it was time, I was not afraid.

The weather was wonderful, a golden autumn. I think I’ll give my sister a pleasant walk. We went into the bistro, ate puddles and ice cream. I had the money because I took out the bottles I found on the street.

It was fun. My sister is happy.

From the garden to the house 40 minutes. Given that we entered the bistro, we spent an hour on the road.

I bring my sister home, and my mother is home. I said, “Mom, I brought my sister. You don’t have to go to the garden for her. In response, “What the hell? ? to ? to We searched you already! Where did you go? ? to ? to Go into the room! My father is waiting for you! “For what? I wanted to help! I told the teachers that I brought my sister home! Why was searching? We would come home by ourselves! We have come! It is OK! “I screamed to her with tears.

Of course, I was in shock! My childhood mind did not know that we would be sought. Of course, my father tossed me to the blue, not listening to my screams about what I wanted best.

The next day on the body appeared bleaches from "education" belt. I was sitting in the full bathroom and crying... crying... I was so sorry for myself... I was so offended. I had no evil intention.

My sister heard me crying in the bathroom. Then she approached me and said that the day I took her out of the garden and brought her to Bistro was the best day.