- Try not to come back too late. I will worry, - asked my mother.

- Mom, I live separately. You don’t know when your daughter is coming home, and you don’t worry, but now you decided to start, - I reminded sarcastically.

– I am always worried, but most of the time I am silent.

I kissed my mom on the cheek and went to the shoe closet hoping to find some decent sneakers. I had to wear black, which I had long been tired of. There were no others.

I remember very well what our place is. The favorite table of our company, at which we gathered during...