My mother made the decision to give birth to me at the age of 47. She died in childbirth, I never saw her, I do not know anything about my father. My relatives did not need me, and only my brother, who was 22 at the time, started to raise me all alone.
No one helped him, he took on any work, while not forgetting about my upbringing. We made me a costume for a matinee out of the available means, we were always late for kindergarten and then for school, we learned to roll up cucumbers and tomatoes for winter together, he never left me alone. If I was frightened at night, he would lie down beside me and hold my hand tightly.