When we were twelve years old, we walked into each other's lives and knew each other since childhood. We thought that everything would be just like when we met - logically;
The four words "Guarjia" gave me a blow. I started to escape and became afraid. Silly, we missed three years like this.
The happiest thing in my life was the twenty-five years of love and staying together. We were the same age, and I thought we would grow old together, but I didn't expect that he would leave me here for thirty-five years. I lost both my husband and my son, but I could only support the family business he built in pain, and wait for him to pick me up in endless longing...