When I was five years old, my mother met her husband on duty and wanted to be with him, but he made her a condition that he would accept her if she would be herself.
Yes, she easily and simply changed me for this man. She brought me to my father, giving me all the necessary documents in her hands. She rang the doorbell of his apartment, heard the sound of the lock and disappeared. And I stayed standing.
My father opened the door and was taken aback at the sight of me. He knew who I was right away. He brought me into the apartment. His wife received me well–as did their children, daughter and son. My father wanted to send me to an orphanage first, but his wife wouldn’t let me do it, saying that I wasn’t to blame for anything. Just a holy woman.
At first I was waiting for my own mother, I thought she was about to return. And then he stopped, and began to call his father’s wife mom. My own father had no warm feelings for any of his children, let alone me. He considered me an extra mouth, but he continued to hold me, as well as other family members.
He himself was a rather despotic man. When he came home, we all locked ourselves in the nursery together and tried not to catch his eye. And when he finally went to another young mistress, we all breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment we were almost adults. My sister and brother were graduating from high school. By coincidence, we were the same age, so I was also preparing for the final exams at school. That’s it, three graduates. We helped each other by pulling up on subjects.
Each of us dreamed of entering a prestigious institute. Father, though he was not affectionate with us, promised to pay for the training and kept his word. We entered and studied, having received the specialties we dreamed of. And then it happened that our father died. He left a good legacy.
His last mistress didn’t get anything –she just didn’t have time to marry him. Well, we all became the rightful owners of his company and money accounts. We continued to develop the business. And the moment came when it was necessary to go abroad, open a branch. We decided that I would be in charge of that branch. I offered to take our mother with me – she, like no one else, deserves to go to a warm country. My sister and brother supported my idea.
And then the moment came when we had to leave. And then suddenly my own mother was depicted. I recognized her right away. My childhood memory imprinted her image for many years. She decided to suddenly remember me when she found out that I was leaving:
«Son, I’m your real mother! Have you really forgotten me? You’ve become such an adult. And I was so bored and worried about how you live. Let’s finally live together!».
I was amazed at her impudence:
«Of course I remember you! I remember how you ran away from the door, leaving me very small. And I don’t have you. My mom is coming with me now. And I don’t even want to know you.»
Turned around and left. And I don’t regret it a bit. My mother is not afraid to take her husband’s child from an outsider woman who raised me in love and affection. We went with her to another country. There I met my future wife. And at the same time he married his mother to a wonderful man.
