Dedicated to grandmothers.

My mother is a wonderful grandmother of two grandchildren and two grandchildren. The daughter was born with an angelish appearance and with the same character, and the son - with a similar appearance, but a terrible flight. “Flight” is said too softly. At that time, my husband was often on business trips, and I was tired. “Tired” is also softly said. I looked just "chic": the blueprints under my eyes ended somewhere in the chest area.
My mother decided to give me the opportunity to translate the spirit and took the children with her. for a day.
Going away...Kaifu. The next day I woke up for lunch. The phone. by Mama.
and hello. You are how?
Mommy is great! I drink coffee in bed.
Who was cooking?
Maia, she cooked herself. The point is not... You understand, I lie... No one dive into my bowl, the sandwich does not lick, the body does not bump, the finger does not curl in my ear... Beauty!!! to
I know... rest.
Mom, how are you there?
It’s here... (in the phone)
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The Dinner. A bell at the door. I open. My daughter stumbled into the apartment. At the threshold, in the foreground, my second child is outstanding: the eyes shine, a healthy ruby, a smile to the ears, on all six teeth. Behind him is my mom and for some reason does not smile: takes a slide on the back of the head, hair from under it in all directions, no gram of cosmetics on the face, a shell on the neck - dangerous nodes, a coat tied through a button, a pointed face (apparently pressure). Mother is trying to push her grandson into the apartment. He cries and cries.
Take your treasure!
I catch the treasure with a dead grip. I hold. Trying to escape. Mom, taking advantage of the moment, turns and runs down.
Oh my mom! (I scream to her back) Where are you? Let’s eat and drink a cup of tea!!! to
thank you! And another time!! (from the bottom)... and “babah” (metallic entrance door)
For a while, I stood on the staircase and thought: How did a 63-year-old woman manage to escape from the third floor in five and a half seconds and jump out on the street?

My grandchildren are my second youth. :)