I met Rebecca at work, at that time I was the head of the analytical department, and she got a job in the clerk’s office. Of course I liked her at first sight, it was hard not to notice an attractive girl, but at work we had a strictly working relationship. After a few months, I still decided to invite Rebecca to a cafe, and so our relationship began.
A year later we legalized our relationship. Before we got married I introduced her to my family, my mother and my little sister. Rebecca subtly pointed out that it was immediately apparent from her mother’s behavior that she was a winded madam. We have no right to judge a grown woman, for us the most important thing is that Rebecca and I, my mother does not pester us with advice. And in general after our marriage we maintained good friendly relations with her.
Six months later we had a daughter, we wanted to name her by a beautiful name, and that’s how we got our daughter Sara, also my mother’s name. When we went to visit her mother to play with her granddaughter, we were met with shocking news, just think, a woman of 50 years pregnant! The doctors were all against the pregnancy, her age did not allow her to carry a healthy baby, but my mom listened to no one.
She was firm to all entreaties to go to an ultrasound, to take tests, she was sure that since we were born healthy, this child will be lucky.
Alas, my brother was born with a severe malformation and he had no chance for life. My mother had given him up in the hospital, but Rebecca insisted that we take him home with us. But I can’t make up my mind to do it.
