My mother, I write to you, whom I love the most and respect the most. Maybe you have a bad temper, maybe you impose your dreams on me, maybe... But you make me understand that although this world is not so beautiful, it is still worth living.
My mother's grandfather was a rich man, and my mother's father was a declining rich man. When my mother was 13 years old, both her parents died. My mother had a shackles of marriage. She had five children who loved her. This is my mother. Strictly speaking, she is not a woman, not a wife, just a mother.