You are not happy to see me, but I am still breathing. It’s better to find a new home with strangers than stay with relatives.
Olga sat on the steps of her house, stroking the worn wooden railing and feeling the pain in her back from the long hours of work in the garden growing sharper. Raising her eyes, she heard her daughter’s voice. — Mom! Where are you? Olga sighed heavily, slowly got up, slightly straightening her aching back, […]
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