My mother told us a terrible secret – bought an apartment young, should live a separate, independent life.
My parents bought a place near the city. They will fill the fridge weekly with groceries. Only not to tell the address to anyone, so that no one would accidentally come to visit – it was about my wife’s parents who were alcoholics.
At first I didn’t know whether to be upset or happy about this. No one gave me a choice. Like thieves, in the morning, we secretly moved our belongings to our new place of residence. I had to look for a job near the new house while my wife got used to the new living conditions. Each of us was anxious inside. What would happen if her parents found us again and started stopping by to visit?
I went to work as an elevator operator for the first time. The next day a co-worker and I went to rescue a woman who was stuck in an elevator cab between two floors.
After we opened the cabin, slipped her a mortar, and pulled the woman to the landing. She was overly grateful to us, as she was very frightened by what had happened. I tried to cheer her up, saying nice kind things. It became clear to me at the sight of her that she was not like the others. I really didn’t want to part with this girl.
Since then I believe in love at first sight. I decided to walk her home, at this time I held her lightly, as she was unsteady on her feet from excitement. Tears were glistening in her eyes and she was trembling all over. I wanted very much to say calm words to her, to hold her in my arms. She went into the house, and the door closed behind her.
As I put my daughter to bed that evening and my wife went into the bathroom, I began to remember the day’s incident with both sadness and excitement. I couldn’t get that random girl we had freed from the confinement of the elevator out of my head. I couldn’t help it-she was beautiful, sweet, and defenseless.
The next day after work was over, I went to her door again. I told the neighbor that I was a distant relative from her hometown. In just 10 minutes I found out that her husband was an alcoholic, a total slacker, a slacker and a slacker. But at the same time they have two children.
I was very happy about that. After all, it meant that I could return home to my wife and daughter with a clear conscience. I don’t need other people’s problems and other people’s children – I need to live my own life and my own family.
I was relieved…
