Mom traded me for a new husband. «Take her to an orphanage, I’m not going to feed her,» the stepfather shouted. And I ended up in an orphanage. I met them years later: they have changed beyond recognition. When I was four years old, Dad left us for another woman. After my father left, my mother started drinking and one day, she brought a man, Uncle Vitya, into the house. Uncle Vitya was an alcoholic, but my mother believed that he would stop drinking, get a job and everything would be fine with us. Uncle Vitya was not going to quit drinking, on the contrary, my mother began to drink more with him, got drunk to the point that she was kicked out of work.
There was no money in the house, although there was always a bottle, and friends came to them with drinks, and sometimes they brought snacks. When there was something left on the table, then I managed to have at least something to eat, and then, if my stepfather did not find his snack, he started shouting at me so that I did not dare to touch anything. My mother tried to intercede for me, to help me with something, but my stepfather shouted at her, and about me he said: — Take her to an orphanage, I’m not going to feed her. And one day, I ended up in an orphanage. There I received a good education, entered the institute and graduated with honors. The state allocated me an apartment, I managed to get a good job, but not immediately.
From the beginning she worked as a waitress in a cafe, not far from home. Later, the hostess of the cafe noticed me and appreciated my knowledge. After that, my career took off. In just a year, I went from a simple waitress to the one who runs a cafe, and three years later I was already managing a whole chain of restaurants. One day I was leaving work and my car got stuck in the snow. It was already late on the street and there was no one to ask for help, and I was about to call technical assistance, when suddenly two people came out of the darkness. They were two homeless people, a man and a woman, they offered me help for a small fee. When my car was pushed out, I paid and drove on. On the way home, I was tormented by the same question: where could I see these people? I’ve been thinking for a long time, how do I know them? And I realized that these homeless people are my mom and stepfather. I braked sharply and stopped dead in the middle of the road. I couldn’t decide what to do next? After standing a little longer, I turned the car around and drove back.
My mother and stepfather fell to me on the way. I stopped the car and asked my mother to get in the car. Mom obediently sat down, although she still didn’t recognize me. Stepfather was left on the side of the road. When we got home, I washed my mom, gave her clean clothes, and when we were sitting in the kitchen, mom asked: «Who are you? And why are you helping me?»»I’m your daughter, Mom, and I don’t want to do to you what you did to me. Whatever you are, you’re still my mother. Mom looked into my eyes and began to cry softly. — I know it’s impossible to forgive after what I’ve done, but try anyway, if you can, forgive me. — Mom said and was about to leave.
I stopped her and said, «I can forgive you, but never my stepfather.» Now my mom lives with me, I don’t recognize her. Mom stopped drinking, we restored all her documents and made a pension, in general, I was able to forgive my mom.
