I came home from work today very tired. When I opened the door of the house, my children immediately turned on me and asked me what to buy for us, I reluctantly smiled and gave them the sweets I had taken…
They ran into the other room, looked at the perfume and ran towards me with a squeal… They raised their lips and promised to kiss me… Well, let me try now, we are tired… They turned back with their heads down…
I heard a knock on the door…
Mother cooked for you, wash your hands and let’s have dinner. I don’t want anything, let me in and everyone leave me alone… he kept silent, bowed his head and sat alone at the table…
I turned on the tap, I had to drink water, the glass fell out of my hand and broke… Mother jumped up immediately, her hand was not cut, I wrapped it…
There was a knock on the door again…
I tried the children, I made them lie down and I also touched them…
There was a knock on the door again…
Dammit, won’t anyone open these doors? – I scream at the last sound… and I watch my mother’s steps… she opens the door and calls me in a calm voice:
– There is no one…
– I heard a voice… did you hear it too?
– I understood, but we opened late…
– So, I’m the only one who lives in this house?
– My son, you came home peacefully, you passed the icons, you didn’t say a single thank you to the Lord that the day passed peacefully, your children reached the sky with happiness when they saw you, you laughed at them and didn’t even allow them to kiss them… Doesn’t everyone have a mother at home? I met you, I offered you food, we sat down warmly and we had dinner… At the last sound, you shouted to the old mother, leave me alone… You lay down and you forgot again, you forgot again that you wrote the cross, at least for your children…
…and the doors?…
Perhaps the god who escorted you home was standing at the door…
