I am an orphan. My mother died when I was nine, my father when I was twelve. My whole childhood was offended to tears when my friends told me they were going to parks with my parents, spending time together, and I was sitting at home in the meantime under the care of an indifferent grandmother who said I wasn’t at home and she just needed help. I am 23 and got married. After the wedding they went to the husband's parents, and from the threshold she heard the joyful cry of the mother-in-law: "Misha, the daughter has come!" And hugged strongly. I cried, I was home.