At 7 a.m., I went to the children’s house, brought them fresh food, but my son did not thank me, but simply threw me out the door.

What kind of person can be called good? Who gives all of himself for the good of others? Or is it only when they ask for help? Dosed presence in the lives of loved ones is an art. Balance saves from broken hearts and misunderstandings. Otherwise, a person often expects a painful collapse of illusions.



What kind of person can be called good? My husband and I basically built our lives around our son. Misha is a late child, and we tried to give him full love. I grew up in an incomplete family and my mother's care was not enough. So I decided that Mishenka would not know about this deprivation. So we worked tirelessly, and we only dreamed of a vacation. The well-being of the only child has always come first.

When my son was in school, we bought him an apartment in the next house. We had to pay the mortgage for 10 years, but we pulled the burden. Misha was graduating from the institute, and housing for his future family was already waiting for its time. It was hard, but completely justified.



When I gave him the keys at the wedding, his daughter-in-law and snuckle almost shed a tear from the excess of feelings. No matter how svatya boasted that she would do everything for her Oksanochka, she never collected a worthy dowry for her daughter.

Caring for the young family also fell on our shoulders. We were always there and helped as much as we could. Why else do you need a dad and a mom? I don't mind feeding the newlyweds dinner, because I finish work at 5 and my daughter-in-law at 7. I will be happy to clean their apartment, bring home cakes, products from the store, some new household utensils.



Oksana even sometimes asked me where they had what was at home. She doesn’t really have any work left after me. Of course, because I gave everything to the children, sparing no effort.

And all would be well. But when you live for your loved ones, you want to hear a simple thank you. And instead of thanking them, they “grattle” you so that only coral and solder off. How is that possible?



Mom, get out! Yesterday started as usual. I was at work by eight, which means I was standing at the door at 7. It is not difficult for me to get up early in the morning and bake fresh pancakes or patties for breakfast. They will wake up, and in the kitchen are waiting for homemade treats.

So, this time I brought some hot and curtains for the kitchen. I snatched beauty with cornflowers from the Kuma in the bazaar. They're perfect for a set of plates and tablecloths I bought for the kids last week.

Anticipating the delight and gratitude of the daughter-in-law, I try to open the door with my own key. And he doesn't enter the castle like that or like that. I was confused. I'm not going to work with meat. I pressed the phone.



My son opened the door. I tried to come in, and he froze on the doorstep and crossed his arms on his chest. I'm giving him a squirt of hot, talking about the curtains. And Misha, I see, is blushing. He gritted his teeth so that the gallons would come in his face.

“What, do I owe you a thank you?” he threw me dissatisfied and accusatory. Mom! Seven in the morning! Why are you standing at the door at such an early hour? I warn you, one more visit, and we'll leave. We won't say the address.

And closed the door right in front of me! I didn't take a curtain or a roast. I had to wake up their roommate and awkwardly ask them to give the guests to the kids when they woke up.



I went to work with a heavy heart. It was bitter to tears. Why is that? How can children show such callousness and black ingratitude towards loving parents?

You're here with your father. The last shirt is ready to go. Everywhere you look, parents fuse their children for free bread and demand care. We give ourselves to them without a trace. Go find parents like us! And he said to me, "Why stick out at the door?" What kind of person can be called a kind person who will tolerate and forget such words or try to direct his child to the right path?



Let me tell you one thing: my Misha has never been like this. I'm sure my daughter-in-law tried to get her son against me. It is not possible for a child to change in an instant.

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