“Who is going to feed the family? Your son’s salary is only enough for half a month!” I declared when my mother-in-law attacked me over her granddaughter.
Rita woke to the barely audible crying of her daughter. Half-asleep, she glanced at her phone. Half past six in the morning. It was still dark outside; December had turned out especially gloomy that year. Stanislav was asleep, sprawled out with his arms thrown wide, and he did not even stir at Mashka’s whimpers. “Stas,” […]
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