My mother and my brother and I are now 73 years old. She is quite a modern woman, in spite of her respectable age, and also active. For forty years she lived in a happy marriage with our father. We just couldn’t rejoice that we were lucky to be born into such a family.
Dad and Mom loved each other very much, so when Mom was 63 years old and Dad died, she barely got through it all. We supported her as much as we could, even offered to move in with one of us, but she kept refusing. She said she had friends over there, and she wanted to live in the same happy apartment where she and daddy used to live.
As the years passed, little by little the thoughts of grief began to lose their meaning, and already another conversation about my father no longer brought tears to my mother’s eyes. We could sit quietly at the table, recall some happy, merry moments of life. And Mom even seemed a little younger in her 70s.
Once again, my brother and I with our families came to my mother’s house to see her. And she told us from the threshold, they say she knows a man at home, a friend of hers, and that we should be respectful to him. Of course, we were a little surprised by this news. Earlier my mother said that she would not build relationships with anyone else. Like, why would she want to take care of a man at her old age? It is better to live by herself when her friends come to her. She does not need men at all. And here’s a friend sitting at the table. But we all understand, we’re adults, what friendship. It seems to be an affair. In short, to interrupt my mother something and say something we did not. She is a grown woman, she has lived her life. It’s up to her to decide what to do next and whether to build a relationship with someone or not. We will definitely support her.
We sat down at the table, and the man’s name was Edward. He is a year old mother, but he looks very young, about 60 years old, his hair is deep black, of excellent quality, expensive suit. When you look at him, you would think he was a businessman, but in fact he was just a normal pensioner. He was very talkative and told a lot of jokes and funny stories. But what made us tense was that he did not say a word about himself, and as soon as we touched the subject, he immediately translated it. In short, we didn’t like him. And also, when he came up to my brother on the first day we met and asked him for money, everything became clear at once. Clear to us, but not to my mother.
Mom tearfully asked to lend him money, my brother did. And two days later we got news. This Edward’s daughter called, told us that her father was a real alphonist. Find such single old women, turns their heads and lives at their expense. And as soon as the money runs out, he runs away. He’s already cheated ten women like that. I immediately told my brother, and he called this Edward, and his phone was off. At the address he said he lived there, there were other people living there. That’s how my brother ended up with money and my mother with heartaches.
