One morning I went down the stairs, seeing this exact scene of my 17-year-old young man sleeping after what must have been a night of ”hard work“, I very calmly prepared breakfast, went back upstairs and told my wife, my son and another (younger) daughter to be very calm, because the people who are still sleeping on our dining table are on the other side of the room, about 20 feet from the sofa, but right in front of it. We all sat down and I shouted “YOUNG MAN”, I never saw someone wake up and move from horizontal to vertical so that “breakfast was ready!” I said with a tone, as if I would gladly suck his soul out his body. Through his left ear I pulled a chair next to me “sit!” My family silently looked at their plates without even twitching.
It must have been the heaviest 20 feet for a naked boy trying to hide it, I must say, quite an impressive morning forest, my youngest daughter looked with trembling at the piece of wood, like my wife after he put on his clothes, (6.4 ‘), he patted him on the shoulder, looked him in the eyes, sighed and shook his head, now he really was nervous, you could almost feel it in my best Russian accent: “My friend , I’m going to ask you a question that you give, very much It is important … for you … “. At that moment he was sweating: “Do you like cats?”
He was a very nice and friendly guy, clearly uneducated, but not stupid, that there was something strange about him. My daughter assured me that he was a very sweet and considerate guy whom he knew about a month, by the time he came every day from that morning, at night.
Every morning he came to take her to school on his bike, brought her home, made sure that she did her homework, when she was ill, and we were at work, he took care to take the time to keep the patience an angel when she had one of her terrible moods.
He said that he has no family, no education, no permanent job that she adores, he adores her, who I am so that she does not learn from her mistakes.
After this lasted about 8 months, my son came to me, he asked what was around him that the guy was homeless, his abusive father killed himself with his mother, the prostitute took 3 weeks after they lived in a rented trailer (yes, white trash for the trailer) he was then 15 years old and he survived for 3 years on the streets, slept in parks, in the salvation army, with “friends”, cheap asses. from time to time working on construction work, when my daughter met him at a riding school, shoveling shit. he’s a good guy and, well, you know … a 17-year-old woman … hormones are raging ….
There I was acquainted with a young man of 18 or 19 years. who is smiling, who leaves smiling, who cares about who helps, do not need to ask who makes my child a happy child who never had a chance to become a child, mostly absent manic depressive suicidal, like dad, mom , which is sometimes fed by neighbors, mostly starving.
Sometimes, when he does not come, because he has a job, we miss him, they are not friends, but my son gets along well with him, my youngest daughter trusts him unconditionally, and my wife’s maternal instinct seems to have expanded me too? I sometimes worry about him, I want him to be happy.
I told my wife and youngest that I found out about him, they cried, it was difficult for me to talk. I was disappointed with my eldest daughter, she knew she had to tell us that she loved him, and lets him go every night to go …. (heartless bitch)
The next day I gave him the key to our house, I told him that I was expecting him home every night to go home, in the following weeks we fixed our spare room and took him out shopping for furniture, he did quite well what he wanted to become his own boss, he liked to build things that we saw, so that he got an education that would allow him to do just that.
It was in 2000, now in 15 years my found son and my daughter succeeded in business, which they gave to use 3 wonderful grandson last year.
The True Experience of the Father of Russia.
