I love my memory! P.S. Namirushka continues to be my good friend by Ann Wood
I present to you my obedience - NamirushkaShe is a gift from my mom and her story is very moving.
Do you want me to tell you?
Well ...
Last January, just on the eve of my birthday, Hans went to dump the trash, opened the lid of the container and what to see? a super-tiny doll emerged from the inside, naked, dirty, with a greasy hair, but with so many goggles that it prompted him to pull her out of the miserable pile in which God knew how long the dunk was.
He took her home and showed her to Mom. She immediately began to bathe and meet her. It wasn't very easy, but after the second bath, the tan on the little boy's face was visible, and her blue eyes lit up the dark winter night.
Then her mom made her a new hairstyle, knit her clothes and hat, and she and Hans decided to name her Namirushka.
As is usually the case in our lives, every thing appears for a specific purpose. And since Namurushka showed up on the eve of my birthday, they decided it was no accident and they gave it to me.
I was delighted with my gift, and I even moved to tears. Mostly because I took it as a good sign of fate - right at that moment I was expecting my dream to come true and soon I would become a mom too.
Well, it didn't come true. At least not this time. But Namirushka remained. And with it - the hope that dreams come true, but maybe just when we least expect them.
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-21 at 14:14
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