My son is my pride. I raised him to be a very good man, kind and compassionate. After my husband died, he was my only support. And then he said he was going away to work. No matter how upset I was, I could not keep him by the skirt.
– What about your Maria? – I asked Adam about his girlfriend.
– It’s over between us, she cheated on me.
I was surprised, of course, because Maria was a very nice girl. They looked great with her son. It was a pity that they broke up, but it was their right – I didn’t interfere in my son’s life.
My son called me often – the connection between us never broke off. He quickly got used to the new place and found a good job. Soon he had a girlfriend whom he wanted to marry. But he didn’t hurry back home. In order not to howl from loneliness, I got a kitten and started babysitting him.
One day at the entrance I heard someone’s timid voice:
– Hello!
It was Maria, my son’s ex-girlfriend.
– What are you doing here, girl? Adam’s gone! And whose child? OK, let’s go to my place, we’ll talk there.
– That’s Adam’s daughter… We had a fight and I was afraid to tell him the truth. After giving birth she lived with her parents in the village for the first time. And then they died. You understand that a little child shouldn’t live in a wrecked house. I thought about giving my daughter to a nursery, but then I decided to meet with you first. So you’d know about her, so you could visit her if anything happened to me.
– No need to cry. We’ll work it out. You stay at my place, and then we’ll figure it out.
Marie hugged me and cried. It was the right decision – I have an opportunity to brighten up his loneliness, and to see how my granddaughter is growing. The girl delighted us with her skills, and Maria helped me in the household. The granddaughter was a copy of Adam, so I had no doubts about her words.
All was well until Adam decided to come home. Judging from his conversation, I realized that he had had a fight with his fiancée and was coming home alone. As silly as it sounded, I was only glad. I didn’t tell Marie anything about my son’s arrival, so as not to scare her off.
When I opened the door, I was almost taken aback – my son was holding a small child in his arms. And my granddaughter was sleeping in my arms.
– Mom, who’s the nice one? – Adam smiled.
– It’s your daughter.
– Really? – My son was surprised.
– Who’s yours? – I asked him.
– And this is your grandson David. His mother died in childbirth, and I couldn’t leave my son.
At that moment Maria appeared in the corridor. She and Adam looked at each other for a long time and were silent. I decided not to disturb them – I went to cook dinner.
In time, everything fell into place. Adam and Maria got engaged and are raising two children together. Now the son is building a house in the suburbs, because we are tired of being crammed into a one-room apartment. I am proud of my family, not everyone is so lucky in life. It’s not for nothing that they say that family is the most valuable thing we have.
