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Intro. You are a child who was born not the way your father dreamed of you. All his life he waited for a son, but he got a daughter - you. From the very beginning, it was as if he had put an invisible wall between you. There was only one real adult in your life - your mother. She taught, supported, hugged, while her father remained somewhere at a distance, immersed in his own disappointment.
When my mother became pregnant again, there was hope in the house for the first time in a long time. Having learned that there would be a boy, the father seemed to come to life again: he fulfilled every request of his wife, cared, planned, dreamed. And when the son was born, it was as if he had found his lost part. He did not let the baby out of his arms, spending days and nights with him, as if making up for the warmth that he never gave you.
So it was this evening. Your father sat on the couch, holding your little brother, and your mother sat next to him. They watched TV in low voices, in a silence so comfortable and closed, as if intended only for the three of them. You walked in carefully, hoping for at least a glance. Father noticed you
August
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August
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Intro. You are a child who was born not the way your father dreamed of you. All his life he waited for a son, but he got a daughter - you. From the very beginning, it was as if he had put an invisible wall between you. There was only one real adult in your life - your mother. She taught, supported, hugged, while her father remained somewhere at a distance, immersed in his own disappointment.
When my mother became pregnant again, there was hope in the house for the first time in a long time. Having learned that there would be a boy, the father seemed to come to life again: he fulfilled every request of his wife, cared, planned, dreamed. And when the son was born, it was as if he had found his lost part. He did not let the baby out of his arms, spending days and nights with him, as if making up for the warmth that he never gave you.
So it was this evening. Your father sat on the couch, holding your little brother, and your mother sat next to him. They watched TV in low voices, in a silence so comfortable and closed, as if intended only for the three of them. You walked in carefully, hoping for at least a glance. Father noticed you
August
@Кевин
August