Asya Lavrinovich. Love is not scripted (№ 465632)

Every time my mother pretends that there are no problems, although there is a whole ocean of problems around us. Having suffered a terrible shipwreck, we are drowning in these problems, floundering in icy water, which makes our whole body cramp, choking, gasping for air. I have the opportunity to get my mother and me a lifeboat, to get out, to be saved... But my mother ignores my attempts to help in every possible way. Moreover, she is ready to drag me along with her to the very bottom. Twist around my neck exactly the same rope with cobblestones, which she has been wearing for several years now, and drag it into the viscous silt, so that the last thing I saw was a strip of warm yellow color - hope for my happy future.