Grandmother
There is a boy in Lviv, Bogdan. Not really a boy, 15 years old.
Since childhood, he has had some cowardice in the family. Mom and dad have long been separated, grandfather died, and in addition, in recent years, with scandals and murder, three fathers have already had time to change.
Mother is all nervous, from morning to evening disappears at work, you can't ask for a good word from her and there is only one person in Bogdan, whom he loves with all his heart - this is his lovely grandmother.
On the fingers of one hand you could count the days when he fell asleep without talking to his grandmother before bed. They never had secrets from each other. Grandmother and grandson were each other’s souls.
The first love, the first bruises and losses - any little thing on the same day was known to the grandmother, but she kept her grandson's secrets more reliably than a Swiss bank.
Bogdan grew up, married, and over the years he himself became a good adviser to his grandmother.
Her mother was even a little jealous of their idyllic relationship.
One day, the guy came back from school and went out to the yard to take a walk with the dog. He sat down on the bench, smoked and saw that next to the next bench is a old lady sitting with a suitcase and looking at it to the disgrace.
Bogdan became uncomfortable and he asked:
Grandma, did you want something?
The old lady did not answer and called her cell phone.
Suddenly the guy was also called, he took the phone - it was his grandmother:

Hi Goddanko, hello my little one.
The shocked boy did not turn his eyes away from the stranger, he removed the phone from his ear and shouted:
– Ba – Bush – Ka!! to
Then suddenly he threw on the neck to the grandmother sitting on the neighboring bench.

P.S
Until this day, the boy has never seen his beloved grandmother in his fifteen years of life.
She was all these years in Greece on earnings, helped the family a penny and every day of God, no matter what, called her grandson Bogdanchik to find out how his day went.