My daughter’s first marriage was unsuccessful, when she gave birth to Alex, her husband, while she was in the maternity hospital, was celebrating the birth of his son so wildly that her daughter came home from the hospital and found her husband in the marital bed with his girlfriend. She turned around and came to us with the baby.
The things were taken away later, there were attempts on her husband’s part to mend the relationship, but so insecure that Rebecca did not react to them in any way. So we all lived together. Alex grew up to be a quiet boy and I was easy to manage. As time went on, Rebecca began to think about her personal life, and soon she had a man.
Alex was already in first grade, homework and music school visits fell on me, and my daughter, in love with her new chosen one, plunged headlong into a relationship with him.
A few months later they got married, Rebecca got pregnant, gave birth to a baby girl, and the care for Alex automatically passed completely to me. I tried to let her and his mother see each other more often, Rebecca was also worried at first about how her grandson would feel about being with me all the time, but over time she began to drift away from her son.
Alex was often sad for his mother, but he never complained, drawing his feelings on scrapbooks. He was good at drawing pictures, but when I showed some of his work to my art teacher, he asked me if everything was going well in the family, because the themes were so clear.
The other day Alex came up to me and asked me to bake some cakes. I was tired for the day, I told him that pies are difficult, and tears glistened in his eyes:
– Then rest, I did not feel like it…
I pressed him to me, I cried myself, and then together we kneaded the dough, molded and baked pies.
Over tea we had a heart-to-heart talk, my grandson said frankly:
– I understand that my mother does not need me, except for you do not love me …
When Alex was already asleep, I still lay there with my eyes open, occasionally dripping valerianka into a glass, because I, too, was to blame for raising such a daughter …
