I always felt like an outsider in my family.
My mother, Elena, clearly paid more attention to my older sisters, Marina and Sofia. They received gifts, care, and love. And I always tried to be the best: to work, to do housework, to smile.
On my 18th birthday, he told me:
— You won’t live here anymore. The apartment belongs to your sisters. Go and save yourself.
I was stunned. This house was everything to me. Only my grandfather, my mother’s father, treated me warmly. Every summer I would go to his village, work in the garden, bake bread and sweets — there I felt that I was more important than necessary.
After his death, everything became harder: my mother increasingly looked at me with indifference, my sisters laughed at me and beat me like an orphan.
After being kicked out of the house, I started working as a nurse. It was difficult for me, but my colleagues accepted me. Then Misha, my lover, stood by me. Then Tomasz appeared — a kind man who found me a job and an apartment. Soon we moved in together, and I found out that I was pregnant.
One day, in Tomasz’s house, I saw an old photo of my grandfather. Next to him was Tomas himself. It turned out that he was my grandfather’s brother and had always secretly protected me. And most importantly — Elena, who I thought was my mother, was not really my mother. My real mother turned out to be her sister — she hid all this out of revenge.
Today I have a husband, children and a real family. For the first time I feel happiness.
