I don’t remember much from my childhood, but I cherish the memory of the day my mother baked cakes so we could make it out. Bashny.Net

Everyone can remember something special. busy-timeWhen trouble happened one after another. And even if such episodes do not want to recall at all, but they sit firmly in the memory, and sometimes even stand before the eyes.

Today's edition. "Site" She will share the story of a subscriber who remembers a difficult time when in the early 90s her parents divorced, and her mother had to feed two young daughters alone. And it worked out with varying success. But her cakes with cabbage will forever remain in the memory of her daughters. Like a symbol of those difficult times. Why is that?



Shortly after the collapse of the USSR, our family collapsed. The father somehow decided that without his wife and daughters he would be better, so he packed his things and left. My mother had to carry two children with her. And then there were problems at work, she fell under contraction, and everything became very bad, Maria recalls.



“As I now understand, there was no one to help us back then. My father came into my life from time to time, but he couldn’t help. Or maybe he didn't want to work hard for us. Other relatives lived far away, and their problems probably had their own, not before us.

“Mother managed to cope, but at some point all supplies ran out. Day after day, my sister and I found only some tasteless cakes on the table. There was nothing left but flour and salt. There were no savings, my mother’s salary was delayed. And we wanted to eat.



“My sister and I were small and didn’t understand what was going on, but we remember one day well. In the morning, the mother took out her box, which she received from her grandmother for the wedding. There were earrings and rings and a necklace. For a while, she silently looked at all this wealth. And then she packed up, dressed up and left.

“Mother has come back with groceries. She cooked us some soup. And while my sister and I were cheerfully rambling spoons, my mom used to bake cabbage pies. We almost went crazy with anticipation. They looked from all sides and greedily caught the smell.”

Cakes for sale

“My mother and I only gave one cake each. Everything else was carefully wrapped, dressed and carried away somewhere. Later we found out she was going to the nearest market. Selling cakes to traders and buyers. And with the money received, she received food for the family. And, of course, she baked cakes again and brought them back to the market.”

“Mother’s cakes were very tasty, so soon they began to recognize her, willingly bought her products. She quit her job where she paid nothing, but she wore cakes to the market almost every day.



“I still remember that painting. Like a mother rushing with a tray of hot cakes, and me and my sister with hungry eyes escort her to the door. Yeah, every time she gave us one cake, sometimes two, but we still wanted more. But they were not capricious, they understood that it was necessary. I knew my mom would be back with food soon. And he will make a delicious dinner, Maria recalls.



I want to be happy for Maria and her sister that their mother managed to find a way to survive this difficult time. And you admire the woman who probably did not try the cake herself, but managed to feed her daughters and bring money to the family. We hope that her daughters have learned the right lessons from this difficult life lesson.