From the author: We all come from childhood.. One of the real stories. When she recalled her childhood, she immediately had the feeling that no one loved her... The feeling was very powerful and global, which flooded almost all of her. Then resentment appeared - for the self in childhood, which almost never had support. Although, no, the support was still there and was seasonal. Throughout her school years, she went to her grandmother in the village for the summer. She really loved her, and the girl felt it. The rest of the time, the girl lived with a passively kind father and an emotionally cold, rejecting mother. There was no protection from his father; he himself was afraid of his wife and he himself got a lot of trouble from her. That's why I always felt sorry for dad. He was a kind, reliable man who was always to blame for something. . The mother raised her two daughters in fear: she beat her with a jump rope at the slightest provocation. And for as long as the girl can remember, she has always been angry and dissatisfied. She was afraid of her mother. “No one needs me. You treat your father differently. Your mother is for you all your life...” - this is what the now grown-up girl hears in her life. There is some kind of too bitter truth in these words. Yes, it is the mother, not the mother. Yes, it’s different to my father. I still feel sorry for him, just like in childhood. In relation to the mother, there was no longer any fear as such. What can an aging pensioner do? Don't hit with a jump rope. And therefore - emptiness. The fear was gone, and their childhood contact was filled with nothing else. And in this whole story there is also a painful sadness and a feeling of hopelessness, that the relationship between the two closest people, mother and daughter, turned out exactly like this. . . PS I wrote here, basically, everything I wanted. But the site persistently reminds you of the required 1700 characters, so, with your permission, I’ll type them a little ... ! @ # $ / & ^ * ,)