I was working in my garden when I heard a strange noise, a deep rumbling sound. The ground seemed to shake under my feet. I looked up — and froze.
A huge bulldozer had entered my yard. Its bucket slowly rose, and a second later it came crashing down on the wall of my house with a deafening bang. — My God… what are you doing?!
— I screamed, running toward the gate. The house I had lived in all my life was collapsing before my eyes. Every falling brick felt like a stab in my heart.
My husband and I had built that house with our own hands — board by board, stone by stone. My children had grown up there; my whole life had taken place there. I ran into the yard, shouting as loud as I could to be heard over the noise of the machine:
— Stop!
That’s my house! Don’t touch it! The driver leaned out of the cab and shouted irritably:
— Sorry, grandma, but I have my orders.
The house belongs to your eldest son. He told us to demolish it. — What are you saying?..
— I gasped. — This must be a mistake! I live here!
Where am I supposed to go now? On the street?! — Not our problem, — the driver replied coldly.
— Our job is to tear it down. I collapsed to the ground, powerless. Dust rose into the air, pieces of brick flew everywhere.
No one paid attention to me. My house was disappearing, turning into a pile of rubble. I sat on the ground with my face buried in my hands and cried.
It felt like my entire life was crumbling along with the house. “My own children… — I thought through my tears. — How could you do this to me?
For the land? For money?”
But at that very moment, something shocking happened Right then, when I had almost lost faith in human kindness, a car stopped at the gate. My son stepped out — the one I thought was responsible for this nightmare…
— How could you, my son?!
— I cried, pounding my fists against his chest. — I raised you, fed you, stayed up nights for you, and you… you destroyed my house, my life! He stood silently, eyes lowered.
I couldn’t stop — the words poured out between tears and pain. — You threw me out on the street! Do you want me to die under a fence?!
What did I ever do to you, my children?.. But suddenly, he lifted his head, stepped closer, and said softly:
— Mom… please, calm down. You’ve got it all wrong.
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