At the end of May, my daughter Lilia informed me that she, with the children, would go to meet her husband Pavel, who had been living and working abroad for some time. The reason was that they had a car loan that needed to be paid off as quickly as possible.
During as my daughter lived in her native country, I helped her in every way possible. I often took care of the children to give her some time for herself.
When my daughter mentioned leaving, I supported her decision because a family should live together, and the children missed their father.
“My mother, I have a request to make of you. Could you come to our house, feed the rabbit and water my plants? asked my daughter.
“Of course, dear. No problem. Go on your trip with peace of mind,” I reassured her. I said goodbye to my loved ones, and the next morning, I went to their house.
However, when I crossed the threshold, my heart almost stopped. The chaos that unfolded before my eyes was indescribable.
All their belongings were scattered on the floor, and in the bathroom there were marks everywhere, even on the walls. “I have to clean this up,” I thought, and the next day I came back with a mop, brushes and cleaning supplies.
I managed to get everything back in order in a few days. I watered the plants, fed their rabbit, then went home.
The children returned after three weeks, and I greeted them at the airport. I anticipated my daughter’s joy at seeing the order at home.
However, as soon as we entered their house, my daughter turned around and started yelling at me, “Mom, what have you done! I asked you to just water the plants! » My son-in-law was not far behind.
He started to say that they now felt uncomfortable here. It felt like we had entered a stranger’s apartment. I couldn’t stand all this.
I turned around and left, slamming the door. I walked down the street and I couldn’t hold back my tears. That they were ungrateful. I have decided not to communicate with them anymore until they all come and apologize to me for their words.