Violets for Dessert

The most selfless, absolute love is that of a mother for her child. A mother loves not for something, but just because. But how often is this love selfish! How often is it not for the good, but for harm! Tanya gave birth to a son at eighteen. While her peers were going to dates, discos, and cafes, changing partners, and making plans for the future, she was washing diapers, cooking porridge, and taking walks in the nearest park with a stroller. Everyone around considered her abnormal, but Tanya regretted nothing — for the first time in her life, she felt needed. But time goes on. It seemed like just yesterday she was holding in her hand the small, warm, chubby hand of her son Mitya, leading him to the first grade. And today, Mitya is leaving forever for Paris because his young wife is French. Has life ended? Were all the sacrifices in vain? Or maybe, on the contrary? Everything is just beginning? An adult son of a young woman — isn’t that so romantic…