I am a mother of four children, but the last time I saw my children was 15 years ago. I don’t blame them for leaving me. Perhaps I was a bad parent, I deserved such treatment from them. But what do you say, who can you force? everyone decides for himself what to do.
That day I was sitting alone and sad, and the doorbell rang. I opened it, it was a nice young man. said he is my grandson. Indeed, she looked very much like my third daughter, whose son also introduced himself.
In fact, they lived abroad, and since I have nothing to do with my daughter, I did not know anything about him.
At first I was a little scared, I thought it was a joke or something, but this child was telling facts about his mother that could not be denied. it was definitely his son.
He said: “Grandma, I want to come to you and live with you.” My joy knew no bounds. I immediately agreed.
It changed my life.