My daughter and I went to visit a friend, and there was this unpleasant incident.

Discuss the concept, what educationProbably best with kids. A normal adult should know this for himself, and an abnormal person should know it. Well, it's too late to discuss anything in this case. But, as sometimes happens, even in the most trifling and understandable cases, there are small underwater pebbles. Moments you usually don’t even think about. But they also have to be considered.



A well-bred person, most often, will not raise his voice or, especially, be rude. But what if the situation demands it? What if there's nothing else? Pretend to be a prude and stubbornly stand your ground or say everything that has accumulated, and then just watch the result? There are things in life, right?

At my age, when friends are no longer very many, you begin to treasure their presence for real. I do not want any more frequent meetings, hangouts and talk on the phone about anything. Besides, I may not have a husband, but I have a pretty little daughter, which takes me most of the time. And that's okay, that's right.



Children are the flowers of life. Before you have time to turn around, they already grow up and begin to invent some of their problems and difficulties. But a good parent has to deal with it all, otherwise why start at all? I don’t worry too much about not having a man in the house. I think that financially, Vika and I are independent and will pull a lot. I don’t need a man and I can be a great mother for my child, and from my father do I start yelling at her? Thanks, but we've been through this. We can do without all this.

Anyway, I had to go to my friend Zina's house one day. I took Vick with me, because it was late at night and I just couldn’t leave my daughter home alone. Oh, I'll ask all the critics to calm down. My daughter knows Zinaida very well and they have no problems communicating. A friend of mine laid us a small, light table because it was hot outside and invited everyone to eat. But after a couple of minutes, Vika asked to go to another room, sit on the phone, chat with her friends. She didn't want to eat, and Zina had urgent news for me.



Naturally, I agreed and my daughter went on her own business to the next room. I was away for half an hour or so, and when I came to see her, the girl looked at me with her eyes wide open and was noticeably nervous. I knew immediately that something was wrong, but I couldn’t see exactly what was going on. Vika started whining and asked to go home. Basically, yes. I was just going to do that, but... When something is wrong, you first need to find out what.

I went to Zina and asked her to give me 5 minutes. There's a problem with my daughter, I don't know what's wrong with her. Maybe something hurtful was written to her, so why doesn't she want to talk about it? In a word, after a couple of minutes of my questioning and my mother looking straight in the eyes, I did get the truth from my daughter. The child was tired of sitting on the phone and decided to look into the room. She went into the closet and “accidentally” found a box of money. About $500. So I decided to take them. Children.



At that moment, it was as if something had switched in my head. I don't do that often, but I had to yell at Vick. Right there and grown-up. I quickly put the money back where it was. Getting yourself to stop screaming was hard. Zina came running and with questions “what is going on here, what happened” began to calm me down. After that, my daughter and I quickly got together and left. I'm angry, she's in bubbles of tears and snot.

The next day I thought about my behavior, talked to my daughter, explained in normal language that since I did yesterday, you can’t do it. But she did something very ugly and, most importantly, very wrong. We kind of understood each other and even learned from that situation. It's settled.



Until Zina called me and demanded an explanation. She said that even though her husband came soon after we left, she couldn’t help but think that I might be hitting my daughter in rage. That my divorce affected me so much and I have changed in some way, and not for the better. Whatever happens, I have to tell her what happened, maybe it's not as scary as I think it is.

And it seems to be necessary to tell her that the case is a mere trifle and a complete childhood curiosity. But on the other hand, I know what Zina will think. That my daughter is a thief. I'm the mother of a thief, and I'm hysterical. Which will make the whole situation worse. If I was 3 years old, I wouldn’t worry. But at 7, you know. For Zina, no matter how much she is a friend, Vika is a stranger’s child. So here we go.



Peels I then brushed aside and almost nothing to my friend. Maybe it'll ruin our friendship a little bit anyway. I want to remain a well-bred person and not to set my daughter up. On the other hand, who knows him? Maybe I'm thinking too much about it and I should just tell her how it is. Well, he'll stop inviting us into the house. Who cares? I'll be honest with my friend. I am so tired of these choices...