At the end of May, my daughter Liliya informed me that she, along with the kids, would go to her husband Pavel, who had been living and working abroad for a long time.
The reason was a loan for a car that needed to be paid off as soon as possible. While my daughter lived in her homeland, I supported her in every possible way. I often took the children to my place to give her some time for herself. When my daughter announced the departure, I supported her decision, as a family should live together, and the kids missed their father.
“Mom, I have one request for you. Can you please come to us, feed the rabbit, and water my flowers?” “Of course, dear. No problem. Go peacefully and don’t worry about anything.” I saw off my family, and the next morning, I went to their home. However, when I crossed the threshold, my heart almost stopped. The mess that unfolded before my eyes was beyond description.
All things were scattered on the floor, and in the bathroom, there were traces everywhere, even on the walls. “I need to tidy up here,” I thought, and the next day, I returned with a mop, scrubbing brushes, and cleaning agents. I managed to sort everything out in a few days! I watered the flowers, fed their rabbit, and then headed home.
The kids returned after three weeks, and I met them at the airport. We went home together. On the way, I anticipated how my daughter would be delighted to see order at home. However, as soon as we entered their home, my daughter turned around and started shouting at me: “Mom, what have you done! I asked you only to water the flowers! It’s inconvenient for us now. It feels like a stranger’s apartment.” My son-in-law echoed her sentiments, stating that they now feel uncomfortable there.
It felt like they returned to a different place. I couldn’t bear all of this. I turned around and left, slamming the door. I walked down the street, unable to hold back tears. They are so ungrateful. I won’t communicate with them anymore until they all come to me together and apologize for their words.
