The Mothers

At the base, the boy put a letter on the table and sat down on the bed. All thoughts were a huge lump. He covered his face with his hands. As if that would help. - I can't even remember what they look like, what will this letter give me? The leader said melancholically. Falling on the bed, the memories were projected as if on film. - Come on, smile! - He was 4 years old here. The parents were happy, the child was already running. - Mom, Dad... - The parents were standing in the kitchen throwing insults at each other. Exchanging words, it got to the point that the father hit the mother, and she hit the father. Standing at the slightly open door, and holding on to the edge, he realized that This was a divorce. - Mom, Dad, that's enough! Ryder said and walked out of the ambush. "Shut up," his mother snapped. - It shouldn't concern you. - The only thing he remembered after that day was a caring grandmother next to him. She put a compress on her grandson's forehead. But as soon as I woke up, I immediately ran to my parents. - If you're getting a divorce, then I'm leaving. - It's much better, even if there won't be a henchman. - Without giving in