Hi. Today Nicole tell you her story, about her fother, money and her little sister. Send your story: sendlifestoryanimated@gmail.com
"Last year I graduated from school and now I am studying in the second year of architectural university. Since childhood i have been dreaming of becoming an architect and building beautiful houses.
I was born in a rather poor family. For the first three years of my life my parents and I lived in my grandmother's house in the village. But my dad never saw any prospects here. Therefore, my parents saved up money and we moved to the city.
My father, as long as I can remember, was always gloomy and displeased. He often said that we were poor and that everything was bad with us: the apartment was small, the car was old, the job was low-paying. I often heard from him about having to marry a rich guy.
My mom was working as a nurse, though she has a therapist diploma. This workplace was occupied in the city hospital. Unlike my father, she believed that if a person wants something, he will certainly achieve it on his own. Therefore my mother has always supported me in all my undertakings.
My parents' relationship has always been strained by my father's great demands. He wanted a lot, but did nothing for this. My mom often worked seven days a week, only to buy bigger TV, which my father usually watched, and a more expensive sofa, on which she had no time to relax.
Once, returning from school, I found my mother all in tears packing her bags. The apartment we lived in for so many years he sold to buy himself a new car. I felt very bad, especially, I felt sorry for my mother, who had lived with him for so many years. However, I was not surprised. My father always wanted to become rich without making much effort.
Just like a bolt from the blue, my whole life collapsed before my eyes. On the nurse's salary, we couldn't afford to rent housing in the city. We had to leave for the village, in the old grandmother’s house. I transferred to the correspondence department, as driving to study in the city every day was too overhead.
Six months later, the head of my mother’s clinic retired, and my mother was promoted to his place. Gradually, we made repairs in the grandmother's house: we fixed the roof, replaced the windows, and glued the wallpaper. I missed classes and one-group people very much, so they often came to visit me. Everyone was delighted with the clean air and beautiful countryside.
Father never called. And we almost never thought of him. I did not want to hurt my mom once again. I can’t even imagine how unpleasant it was for her to hear all this.
From mutual acquaintances, my mother and I learned that my father's young girl played enough with him and abandoned him. He had no place to live, he lost his job, his wife, his daughter. All he had left was his new car, for the maintenance of which he had no money. They even rumored that he began to drink.
Once he even called my mother, asked for forgiveness, wanted to come, but he didn’t. Maybe he found a new girlfriend, maybe something else.
I have a beautiful mother, friends and I really love kids from my drawing circle. Many of them are very talented and also want to become architects. Although I do not have a luxurious home and an expensive car, I am happy no matter what. If you also know how to enjoy life without expensive things, put the likes under the video. Let everyone see that there are many of us.
Yes, I had to leave the city, but that did not stop me from continuing my studies, even though at the correspondence department. I'll reach my goal anyway. Thanks to my father, I once again made sure that money in life is far from the main thing. Today they are here, and tomorrow they gone. And such values as love, friendship and family are eternal".
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