Book: Confession stepmother

... Go your way. And lead the hand of her son, tenderly loving him, protecting and preserving from the ills of life. Never let them touch you pain and disappointment, let the people you will meet on your way, be open and sincere from the beginning. Be together always, because there is no one nearer and dearer than children and parents. And never, never give the slightest cause your child to doubt that his dad is the best.

He went out. I closed the door. Went back to the kitchen. Went to the window. Looked after dissolving in the darkness the silhouette of my visitor. Strange: I wanted to cry. And yet - ironed one of his shirts. Entirely.

Now I know that people should never torture each other, even if once loved. Every story has an end. And he's not always happy.

... He is a typical strong man, a survivor and overcome a lot. But what happened to our family, almost broke it. Didn't see strangers. And even its not all noticed. But I, I every day looked deep into his eyes and felt how cold and black it became what is inside every strong man. Alas... I could not warm him. Could not help. For the first time in our lives we fell together.

I looked at snowflakes and still hear his father's voice.
Quite extraordinary, kind and most affectionate in the world voice.
And suddenly I'm so piercingly clearly realized that never... never going to live near his dad... so easily as in childhood, to walk with him down the street holding hands, I never... never be able to take him to the village... My dad... My dad... the strongest and Most wise man on earth...
And still... still I have the opportunity to hear it and at least occasionally to see...
Thank God that I have a dad...

... All the years after dad left, I used every opportunity to see him. And there was not one time that I refused even a five-minute meeting.
Probably, I got this "posewaemost": dad has a huge power over me. The Lord gave him the mind to use it only for good. Meeting with me, the father was able to speak on General topics, just to hear my news, but in the end I always get a powerful boost of energy... I became even stronger. And, very importantly, calm and sensible. And not long ago I noticed that after every meeting with my father for quite a long time look good. Glow from within daddy's love...

I promise you: I will get used to your care, and what is needed here, really. Every day.

... Behind all this is almost a life that has learned to hear, understand and notice the little things in exchange for one thing: to be the daughter of the best dad in the world.

... Not paying attention to the conventions, approached his father in the middle of his conversation with my husband, took dad's hand and stood beside him, unashamedly, drawing the power of life - force of the father's love.

We had to find each other in this world, each to live out all that lived prior to our meeting, to dive head first in love, emerges to get air into the lungs, and realizing that the inside of love I can breathe, holding hands, surrender to the flow of love and begin to live already there, inside this feeling...

Perhaps now, in this moment one man came to another to ask forgiveness... Sometimes it happens that not to mend a broken and no strength to continue to support the fire... But there is worse, when you go with an open heart to ask for forgiveness, and you are not expelled, and does not forgive, but accept, to humiliate and remind you of how you made a mistake and hurt someone you thought was your family. Or, maybe not wrong, but allowed himself to breathe a breath of fresh air? Maybe hurt unwillingly, trying to survive?

No offense to you, but it's true that girls love dad more... Well, special or something... I know how daddy like it? Well, not like you...

I still love you, my alcove. Know to love a person, knowing that he will never be close to a test. And to love a child and know that you will never be able to just be near him and drink hot milk - it is an ordeal. But the fact is the true love of man for man to love just like that, without asking anything in return.

I have learned not to resist the thoughts of you... I forced my heart not to hurt, but to smile.