It turned out that I got the opportunity to work in Europe soon after graduation. Naturally, I went, and my mother encouraged me to do so. We were living together at the time – me, my mother, and my younger brother. At the time, my brother was still in school. Our father died when I was just starting college, but he always wished for us to succeed in life, so I was determined to make his wish come true.
My mother had no relationships after our father died and devoted her life to my brother and myself. We wouldn’t have minded if mom had her own personal life, but she loved our father so much that she didn’t even think about it. Overall, I traveled abroad. We communicated infrequently because we didn’t have a computer at the time, and phone calls were expensive. Everything was well with them, according to my mother’s comments.
My brother, Andriy, grew up and moved into our apartment with a female. My mother indicated that they were getting married soon because Maria was expecting a child. I was both pleased and apprehensive because my brother had not completed his education. I was gone for eight years, eight long and difficult years. However, I received vital life experience during that time.
When I knew I couldn’t go on any longer, I realized I needed to go home and see my family. My nephew had already begun school, and I hadn’t seen him in a long time. In addition, my mother was feeling really lonely. I showed up suddenly with gifts. An unknown girl pushed open the door. “Welcome! “You must be Maria?” she inquired. She let me in and called my brother once I verified.
We hugged, and I got to know his wife before asking, “Where’s Mom?” My brother lowered his gaze to the floor, and his wife, Maria, responded, “Mom hasn’t been living here for a while.” I could see there was something wrong right away. “Where does she live now?” I inquired. “Well, she now lives in a dorm,” Maria explained. “What?!” When I looked at my brother, he was silent, nervously avoiding eye contact.
“Andriy, explain what’s going on,” I demanded. “Well, sweetheart, we didn’t see you coming. You’ve come to demand explanations. “Ask Mom, she’ll tell you,” Maria snapped. I assured them I’d return later and went to see my mother.My mother had thinned out, yet when she saw me, she was nearly speechless with amazement. There were a lot of tears and emotions. My mama, how I miss you.
When Andriy brought Maria inside the flat, she immediately began assigning duties. Maria would look after the infant, her husband would work, and my mother would do all of the housework. My mother didn’t say anything at the time – they pretty much lived like way even before Maria arrived – but it was evident that Maria was a very assertive person. My mother had to stop her job after Maria gave birth to care for the granddaughter, while Maria decided it was better not to squander her youth on diaper change.
My mother adored her grandchild and couldn’t say no. When the child turned five, Maria complained that the two-room apartment was too small for them. The child required his or her own room. “I’ve discovered a fantastic dorm for you. There are kids your age living there, so you won’t be bored,” she promised. My mother moved me with her compassionate heart. She abandoned her own residence to rent a dorm room! Maria’s bravado astounded me, as did my brother’s apathy.
My mother later stated that they still brought her grandson to her, despite the fact that he rarely slept at home overnight. Young people, it appears, require enjoyment in their lives. When Vanya, my nephew, got home from school, he went straight to my mother’s house, not his own. He was a nice youngster who had evidently been well raised by our grandmother. I decided to sell my half of the flat and relocate Maria to the dorm. My brother might accompany her if he so desired.
“I’m going to sell my stake.” Will you repurchase it?” I inquired. “What? You vanished for so long, and now you return to demand money from us? “We have a child,” he said. “I’ll tell you again. Will you purchase my stock back, or should I sell it?” Maria and my brother arrived to my mother’s dormitory in the evening. I was also present. So, since you’re asking for money, let’s raise Vanya ourselves!” I realized that they didn’t want my son.
Instead of selling my portion, we agreed that I would keep the flat and they would relinquish their claim to my son. They gladly agreed. Ivanko and my mother accompanied me to begin a new life. My brother called three years later. He claimed Maria had gone for someone else, leaving him alone. He pleaded for pardon. He eventually sold his flat and came to us. I couldn’t stop him from associating with Vanya; he was his father, after all.