Michael and I got married when we were young. Back then, we both believed that love was enough to overcome any difficulty. We didn’t have a big house, we didn’t have a lot of money, but we had dreams. And Michael’s biggest dream has always remained the same.
He often said:
“One day I will have a son.
When I first heard these words, I smiled. I thought it was just a desire that many men have. He imagined how he would go fishing with his son, teach him how
to drive a car, pass on his surname and family heritage to him.
When our first child was born, it was a girl.
Michael took her in his arms, glanced at her tiny face, and smiled.
“The next one will be a boy,” he said.
At that time, these words did not offend me. I thought he was just hoping.
But our second child also turned out to be a girl.
Later, a third was born.
Then the fourth.
And finally the fifth.
Our house was filled with girlish laughter,
