Блять! Або як увесь день п’ятниці не задався ще з вечора четверга
Віднедавна моя мама освоїла електронну пошту (а ще рік тому вона виставляла пляшку пива камп’ютерщіку у них на роботі, щоб переслати мені скан документа). І тепер я регулярно отримую короткі, але дуже приємні листи. Ось один із останніх:
“Привіт,доця.
… А так в нас все нормально.Напиши коли ти приїдеш .Ми ждем тебе. В нас все хорошо.”
Після таких слів додому хочеться летіти
Mama’s earrings or MAMA earrings
Now it’s difficult to say which of the titles is more correct.
Once these earrings belonged to my mum. Almost all my childhood memories have these earrings in mind. She always wore them. That’s me now who adores changing accessories, and my mom clings to the same jewellery regardless the times, occasions and moods. Yes, she has a couple of couples of other earrings but buying them was a sudden and fleeting whim rather than a will to change. And a few years ago she decided that these two golds are no longer in fashion and wanted to exchange them. We made a compromise: I bought her a pair of “fashionable” earrings. She is happy to have something new, and I hope that one day I will give this couple to my daughter. It will be a family treasure and a souvenir from my childhood.
And they are the oldest earrings in my collection so they definitely deserve a MAMA title.
p.s. Today’s my mum’s birthday.
Happy B.
Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that, who cares? … He’s a mile away and you’ve got his shoes.
