I was 7. I remember being alone on my dad’s care for a few days. Watching a child when you are a military is not easy. Dad was called on duty. He promised me to stay home and wait for him to come in the morning. well well.
I sit down and do my children’s things. knock at the door. On the threshold of the father's cousin uncle Glory and a delicious girl with a thick-walled shirt to her ass and a rose in her hand. The virgin neither in fashion nor in profile resembles the wife of Uncle Glory, whom I saw at least once, but still does not resemble.
The fact that none of the parents were at home did not bother them. Under the pretext “We’ll wait,” they jumped into the apartment and started drinking tea.
I had no experience of disputing with adults, and Uncle Slav is almost a relative. And I decided that my main task was to entertain uninvited guests. She brought all the photo albums, sat them next to them and started showing photos. Then I thought they might like watching TV. I turned on and started watching too. It darkened.
The guests said they would wait until morning and began to lay out a couch, and then they wished me a peaceful night and closed the door to the hall in front of me. All this time from the beginning of the story, I had no feeling that some sort of hernia was going on, but I didn’t know the word “hernia” and from this the feeling of anxious emptiness inside was almost tangible, but it didn’t transform into any good thought except: “I need to hide my aunt’s boots so they don’t go away while I sleep and wait for my dad.” I did so. She pulled one of her boots and went to bed.
The noise and thinning of the legs awoke. I go out to the corridor. An angry father, a maid and uncle Glory ridiculously run in search of the boots. Dad looked at me with such a strange look like apologizing and asked if I could help find the boots. I could. At three minutes, the guests catapulted, and the dad calmly said that I have the right not to let anyone into the house if they are not with my mother. Even if they are familiar. I did not offend at all.