No, I don’t want to listen. Do you have a waiver? Don’t touch me anymore! I have nowhere to take her!
• You don’t have parents? Not at home.
• There is an old mother; she herself is like a child. In the village, no one will understand me; gossip will multiply.
• Let them breed. You’ll regret it later! Look at how beautiful your daughter is.
I don’t have clothes, no diapers. I don’t even have money for a return ticket.
I’ll help, we’ll all help! We have a special fund; we will allocate money from there. What will you name the baby?
• Véra…
• Beautiful name. Feed her.
It was only on the platform that Anya realized what a mistake she might have made. She held her daughter close and cried. She was even ashamed to think about it.
“Nothing, everything will be fine. I had a similar situation, however, and there was no roof over my head. I had to get rid of the pregnancy at a later date, and I remained childless,” admitted the midwife.
“How awful,” murmured Anya.
“The husband left when he found out he was sterile,” the woman cried.
• How come you help children be born, but there are none of your own…
• Take care of her! If there are problems, please contact us!” said the midwife goodbye.
The long journey was behind them. Anya crossed her native village and looked around. She was anxious because her mother’s reaction could be terrible.
“Anka, you’re back?
• Is there a mother?
“No one told you? Mom has been dead for three months.
• “Maybe it’s a good thing he doesn’t see this shame,” the neighbor muttered, looking at the child.
Anya wanted to scream in pain, but she held on for the sake of her daughter. She couldn’t suffer; she had to gather all her strength and raise the baby.
Years passed. Christmas is coming. Anya was preparing for a festive dinner, and her daughter looked out the window at the snow.
“Mama, where is my grandmother? My friends go to their grandmothers for Christmas, and you and I always celebrate together; they also give them gifts,” said the daughter.
