home of my childhood. It's summer, 2000. I am 5 years old. ..
Added 2022-05-15 09:12:09 +0000 UTChome of my childhood.
It's summer, 2000. I am 5 years old. We sit on the porch with my grandmа and listen to the noise of the engine of the car in which dad is supposed to arrive. He will come from the city and bring a lot of sweets. I lower my head down, a frog sits next to me.
- Grandmа, look what a beautiful frog, she is not like the others. Why is she yellow with light green?
– Valeriуa, please don’t touch her with your hands, maybe she is poisonous.
I watch how the frog sits nearby, its body shimmers in the sun, I hear the sounds of birds, I raise my head up, the tops of the trees rustle and play with the rays of the sun. I look up for a long time. I'm thinking about something.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an approaching car in the distance.
I jump up from the porch, run to the road shouting: “Dad has arrived, grandmа, we run to mеet”
I run barefoot through the soft moss, run out onto the sandy road and see my dad's car. I wave my hands to him and jump happily. The car stopped, dad came out with a big bag of sweets for me. I run into the house, go up the stairs to the stove. My little headquarters is on the stove, it's warm and cozy there. My white bear named Persil is lying. I open the package and take out and eat my favorite chocolate bar with nuts and caramel.
Then we sit down to dinner. Grandma made my favorite vegetable salad. Vegetables are fresh, their own, from the garden.
Now I am 27. It's been 22 years...I came here by myself, by car, drove 140 km. The house is empty, there is no one here. I'm sitting on the same porch, the sun is shining. I lift my head up, the tops of the trees play with the rays of the sun. I look up for a long time. I'm thinking of something...
