May I spend the winter with you? Gas prices are soaring and I lack the strength to split firewood.
My daughter came for the weekend to do some shopping for me, and I asked: Can I stay with you for the winter? The gas bills are huge, and I cant manage cutting wood. She answered, Where, mom, in the flat? When I own a house Ill take you in.
I dont want anyone to face such old age.
I want to share my sorrow. I became a widow at twentysix, left with two small children. My son was three and my daughter a baby. I devoted my whole life to them, caring for, clothing and educating the kids. I had no choice but to shoulder everything.
I worked fulltime, and after work I became housewife and gardener. I lived in a village, yet money never stretched far enough. I cut the grass and split firewood alone for heating. What else could I do without a husband?
My children grew up and moved to the city.
When I was younger I still kept the farm. When the grandchildren visited they could eat fresh vegetables and drink milk. I saved my pension and gave it to my children.
Now, in old age, I can hardly move; winter is the hardest season.
My daughter arrived for the weekend to do my shopping, and I asked again:
May I stay with you for the winter? Gas bills are through the roof, and Im too weak to split wood.
She replied, Where, mother, in the apartment? When I have a house Ill take you.
When I could no longer walk, the neighbours called my son. He said he was very busy, his motherinlaw was ill, and he had no time to come.
I asked the neighbours to call my sister. She arrived at once and took me to her home. Thanks to her, I am still alive.
Months passed and my children still havent contacted me.
When I was younger and healthy they needed me, but now they seem to have forgotten they have a mother.
I wish no one this fate. What did I do wrong? When did my children become so indifferent?
I ask everyone reading this: respect your parents. No one in the world will love you as selflessly and genuinely as they do.






