I know this family for a long time. When we just arrived in this earthly paradise, we were met by a number of male relatives. Black-eyed, dull, white-toothed, they sang and danced until dawn.
But one girl just struck with her beauty: well, just, Ginny Lollobridge!
Her name was Mary and she was the wife of a three-born nephew.
But more than beauty, I was struck by one circumstance: wherever this girl appeared, she was always with her tiny daughter in her arms. A little girl with blue lips and a earthly face. A congenital heart defect. At 2 years old, the girl did not walk, it was difficult to breathe with a half-open mouth.
Mary cried, holding back tears: the girl was given no more than a year of life.
Life turned its turn, my husband was invited to work in a seaside town and I lost Mary from sight for a long time. I only heard that her older sister Rita came from America and took Mary and her daughter with her. It was said that the breakthrough Rita allegedly adopted her niece and achieved a costly heart surgery for the girl in the United States.
A month ago, 25 years later, I received a letter from Mary. She that her daughter Eliza was visiting her sick grandmother and asked her to meet.
I regret, I expected to see a thin weak creature, and from the door of the airport, walking wide, came out a tall girl, shaved and in shorts of a military pattern.
With all her determination, Eliza reversed all my timid attempts to show her the beach and amusement parks: “I came to my sick grandmother, not to rest. Show me where the bus to the village is.”
We didn’t get to the bus, we went in my car.
Grandma, thin, cried when she met her granddaughter. There was a grandmother in some supports and reps, glasses wrapped with scotch. Eliza was upset.
Grandma took us home. It turned out that she didn't have her room, the old lady walked in the kitchen on the topchane. Eliza shrugged even more.
ascended to the second floor. Three spacious luxurious bedrooms, one room equipped for the gym: mates and gymnastics. Eliza’s eyebrows stand up with the letter “V”.
In the evening, all the uncles and aunts gathered in the yard. First, it is believed, they exhibited snacks, drank for the health of grandmothers and grandchildren. Later the main conversation began.
As it turned out, after the death of her husband, the grandmother remained without a caregiver, as she never worked officially with five children. Her husband's small business immediately burned, and now the children, turning around, in turn fed her. but. My grandmother needed a costly kidney surgery. And here it all started. The scream was throughout the street. Non-young, solid, well-assured people waved their hands and proved that right now they could not expose this considerable amount of money.
Only Eliza was silent. I saw her squeezed gaze and her fingers, more and more compressing the cigarette.
After shouting, the relatives separated, so nothing decided. Eliza and I went back to town.
The next morning we went to a bank where a bank account was opened on my grandmother’s name. Riding in the bag, the girl annoyingly whispered that she had just graduated from university, paid the loan and could not send much.
At home she surprised me. A messenger from an online store handed her such an electric shocker. In response to my astonished gaze, Eliza only smiled, “That’s the case.”
Back to the village, Eliza went alone: “Thank you, I now know the road.”
A week later, one of my aunt's eyes were broken.
As it turned out, Eliza solved the issue of treating her grandmother radically. At one time, grandfather and grandmother built a large two-storey house of 400 square meters. In this house my grandmother lived with her younger son and his family.
Eliza, with the consent of the grandmother, put the house on the internet for auction and sold it in 2 days. Part of the amount went to my grandmother's operation, part to the bank for interest, and the rest of the money bought a small cozy house.
To the question of the shattered son, “Where do I live now?” the girl replied concisely, “Get money.”
The aunt shrugged her head and said, “Now this son is in the hospital!”
It was only then that I understood why Eliza bought an electric shocker.