My mother looked good for a long time. Until the age of 45, no one gave her those years. Sluggish, sporty, all stretched, running, always cared for in short plates. She was a little over 30, we lived in a house on three entrances, we were in the third. So, one day, a woman from the first entrance approaches her and asks to meet her son. He says that his son came from the army, he needs a good bride. My mom has been out, she says, my daughter 12, my husband has. My aunt didn’t believe it and insulted her mother because she was sure her mother was lying. She took me (daughter) for a sister, and Daddy was not seen, he was constantly at work. So her son then came to us home with flowers and candy, came not alone, but accompanied by his mommy, who controlled every word and every step. Mom invited them to the apartment, we sat down to drink tea, waited for Dad from work. When my father arrived, my mother introduced everyone to her husband to make it clear. But there was a grand scandal, a aunt accused my mother that the joke, took gifts in sign of consent and readiness to love with her son. This is such a story. I don’t remember how it all ended, but my mom cried for a long time and my dad cried for a long time.