Thank you for your understanding and your kind words of support.
This means so much to me... I feel like I can be honest with you. And that's a rare thing.
At the very beginning of our conversation, I didn't know how to properly tell you one important thing. I was worried about how you would take it... But today I want to be completely open with you.
I have a daughter. Her name is Lisa, and she's six years old. I gave birth to her almost immediately after my wedding to my ex-husband.
Unfortunately, I've had to be both mom and dad to Lisa all this time. But despite everything, she's growing up to be a kind, gentle, and amazingly bright girl.
I'm proud of her. But, like any mother, I'm a little afraid of men's reactions when I say, I have a child.
Deep down, I hope you'll understand. You seem mature and wise to me. So, you'll be able to see that in my heart there's not only a woman's love, but also a mother's.
Do you agree with me that a true relationship should be built on trust?
In the summer, I leave Liza with my mother in the village while I work. I think it's actually beneficial after all, Grandma always has plenty of fresh air, berries, forest, care, and fairy tales in the village. And during this time, I try to work as much as possible, so that I'll have more freedom later in the year.
If you'd like, I'd be happy to tell you more about Liza. But only if you're genuinely interested. It's important to me that you know the whole truth about me without any pretense or pretense.
You don't hide anything from me either, do you?
I'd be happy to hear everything you confide in me.
You're more than just a conversationalist to me. I genuinely enjoy talking with you. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about you throughout the day...
Today, at my second job, at the grocery store, something happened that deeply touched me.
I noticed an elderly woman who hid several loaves of bread in her bag and left without paying. I caught up with her not to make a scene. It was just... it hurt.
I asked how she was doing, and she suddenly burst into tears. It turned out her entire family had perished in the shelling. She hadn't received her pension for three months and couldn't work.
My heart couldn't take it anymore I went back to the store, bought her groceries, and paid for the bread.
I understand that my own life isn't easy, that I have to take care of my daughter and help my mother. But I simply can't do otherwise. I can't pass by when I see someone truly in trouble.
That's how I am maybe too gentle, too caring, but I can't do otherwise. I believe that kindness can still change the world. Even if only a little.
I think I wrote more than I intended... But I put a piece of my soul into this letter.
I hope you found it warm reading.
Sending you warm hugs, Your Maria.
P.S.: I wanted to transfer our communication to WhatsApp or Telegram. But something unfortunate happened. Yesterday, Lisa was playing with my phone and dropped it. Now my phone needs repair, and I contacted a repair company. The repair cost is simply exorbitant. It's easier for me to buy a new smartphone. For now, I'll have to use a feature phone.
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