Mrs Anna was washing the dishes when she heard the phone ring. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she seemed to wake up from that call. She was a beloved daughter.
the girl said she was getting married, invited her mother to the wedding, and asked for money. Without thinking for a long time, the mother asked for the card to which she would transfer the money.
At the end of the conversation, the poor woman was, sad, happy that her daughter’s life was being sorted out. Besides, she was calm,
because the girl had said that she would put her mother in her house so that she would not spend the night in a hotel.
Anna was sitting in the room, remembering how her daughter was going to the capital to study at the university. The girl promised to visit her mother often, but then things changed.
And to send money to her daughter, Anna sold her garage and her husband’s car. A few days later, the woman received a wedding invitation from the girl.
Anna knew very well the place of the bank sending money, as she had been sending her pension to her daughter for 4 years.
“Daughter, can you meet me at the station?”
-Mom, we have a lot of guests now, take a taxi, I can not leave the house. Arriving in the city, the woman found a taxi and went to the address given by her daughter. He heard loud music and noise from the yard of the building.
Anna went up to the third floor, went in, saw that there were only young people, everyone was drunk
The old woman tried to find her daughter, but while she was trying to do so, it became clear that the wedding was two days before, and the girl invited her mother only on the third day.
Anna entered her daughter’s bedroom, she was drunk … His mother kissed him and left. After walking for 18 hours, Anna got home, sat down, and began to cry
The next day the girl called, and when asked why she had not been invited to the wedding, she said:
“Mom, why are you upset?” Armen’s parents are respected and well-known people.
“The mother is a lawyer, the father works in a bank. And you…. How should I introduce you? You do not even know how to hold a fork properly, you would embarrass me …”
But is it possible to be ashamed of one’s parent …
