My mother was a friend of a married man from whom I was born.

I remember as a child, we had no permanent housing, we wandered and rented apartments all the time.

When I was five, my mother met another man and wanted to be with him, but he set her a condition that she would take her if she was alone.

It was easy and simple to change this man to his son. She just brought me to my father and gave me all the necessary documents. She knocked on the door of his apartment, heard the sound of the opening of the castle and fled. And I remained standing.

My father opened the door and looked forward to seeing me. He knew who I was and went into the apartment.

His wife received me well, as did their children, daughter and son. My father wanted to send me to the shelter first, but his wife did not allow me to do so, saying I was not at fault. Just a holy woman.

At first I waited for my mother, thinking that she would soon come back for me. Then he stopped, and began to call his father’s wife his mother.
My father-in-law had no warm feelings for any of his children, let alone for me. He considered me an unnecessary mouth, but continued to contain me, as did the rest of the family.

He was a rather despotic man. When he came home, we locked ourselves together in the child’s room and tried not to get him in the eye. His wife could not leave his powerful husband, and he would not give her children out of principle. For years, I have endured all his walks and attacks of anger. She learned to avoid him and, when necessary, to suppress his anger, to protect us from scandals and screams. There was silence in the house, we knew the schedule and did not annoy my father. Most importantly, we didn’t need anything, and my mother gave us love and affection for both.

And when he went to another young mistress, we all breathed with relief. At that time we were almost adults. My sister and brother finished school. By coincidence, we were peers, so I also prepared for graduation exams at school. Three of the graduates. We helped each other by pulling up objects.

Everyone wants to go to a prestigious institute. Father, although he was not with us grace, but to pay for the school promised and kept his word. We entered and learned, getting the specialties we dreamed of.

Then it happened that my father died. There is a good inheritance after him.
His last mistress didn’t get anything — she just didn’t have time to marry him for herself. Well, we all became full owners of his firm and money accounts.

We continued to develop business. Then came the moment when I had to go abroad and open a new branch. I decided that I would be the head of the branch.
I proposed to take our mother with me — she was like no one else, deserved to go to a warm country. My sister and brother supported my idea.

And then came the moment when we had to leave. Then suddenly my mother painted. I recognized her immediately. My childhood memory has captured her image for many years.
She decided to suddenly remember me when she learned that I was leaving:
“Son, I am your real mother. Have you forgotten me? You have become such an adult.
I missed and worried about how you lived. Let’s finally live together!”
I was stunned by her boldness:
“Of course I remember you! I remember how you ran out of the door, leaving me still very young.
You are not my mother. My mother is now leaving with me. I don’t even want to know you.”
He turned and left. I do not regret a drop of it.

My mother is the one who was not afraid to take her husband's child from a strange woman, who raised me in love and affection. She sat with me when I was sick, she was there when my heart was broken for the first time, she reassured me after a quarrel with friends, she taught me, she forgave me nonsense and nonsense, she endured my caprices as a teenager, she never reminded me that I was not her. For her I became a son, for me she became a mother. I have no other!

We went to another country with her. There I met my future wife, my mother liked it and they had a good relationship. My mother was not an obstacle to my personal life, she dared to arrange her own life. She met a nice man, I was just for. She deserved her happiness! My mother travels a lot and often visits her children and grandchildren. I look into her joyful eyes and I understand – I’m glad that she’s in my life. She is my guardian angel!