MY SAD TALE
Once upon in the big city of Kyiv there lived a small, but very happy family. Mother, father, grandfather and grandmother. They lived together happily. Every morning, I saw the smiling loving eyes of mom and dad.
Dad and Mom worked, I went to school.
Most of all I liked the weekends - for me, they were a little holiday. Waking up this morning I knew I was in for a surprise prepared by parents. Because on Saturday and Sunday, we always traveled altogether. It does not matter where, whether it was a trip to the forest, the river, or a trip to another city, to an entertainment center, a museum - we were a happy family.
Dad always taught me to be a real man. And I liked our little secrets, mine and dad's: another candy, more ice-cream. And most importantly, we have had a common dream with my dad, but it was destined to fail, because the war began. Together we wanted to have a little sister for me, and daughter for my father.
My father, like a real man, having received the summons, went to defend our homeland in the Eastern Ukraine from the Russian aggression
. He loved me and mom, and protected us from unnecessary hassles, so even in the Russia-Ukraine conflict zone, he was telling us that he was at the site in the Lviv region.
My father was to come for vacation on Christmas holidays and at the same time to celebrate his 45th anniversary. He always kept his promises.
But unfortunately, this promise was very painful and bitter.
January 5, my mother and I could not get through to father on the phone. But there was another call... After that we were visited by two soldiers, and they told that my father's heart stopped during guard duty.
My dad was buried on the eve of his birthday.
Since that time, my happy childhood ended - there is no such fun weekend. And the most painful for me - my mother's eyes. She is still smiling at me, but I see the sadness in her eyes, and tears.
People help the people! Who do you help?!!