We all like to look at photo albums. You open it, you hear the old cover crunching, you look at the dust from the faces you know for a long time, smiling. You remember those who are pictured in the photo, smile, sad or indifferently turn over page by page. Sometimes you stop and think about how this person felt in the photo, what his eyes saw, what he thought about when the camera clicked and the flash shone brightly.
Many nations believe that by depicting a person or any living being one can know everything about him, see the soul and secret desires, know his past and future.
I gave birth to the Party when I was twenty-three years old. At that time I graduated from university and got married, by the way, quite successfully.
My husband and I rejoiced at the appearance of the child as if we were children, too, who received a long-awaited gift. We immediately decided that our child would have everything we could wish for.
After successful childbirth, I was given a small, squeaky pink lump, unable to move the handles. I took it, and I immediately came up with the name: Pati.
My little girl was growing up. What a child! She looked like an angel who came down from heaven and stayed to visit. Huge blue eyes on a small round face, puffy sponges, smiling at all times. The flock became everything to me.
She loved to draw. Faces, flowers. Except for faces, she drew only a contour and a smile, and never eyes.
It all started when my five-year-old daughter and I opened an album with photos. The party was cozy on my lap. Her eyes caught her face, and I was happy to tell her about the people in the photo.
We got to the photo, were at the graduation from the eleventh grade of our school my whole class and my teacher were photographed. I, filled with memories of the past warm day when I first tasted champagne, closed my eyes. I noticed that Patty slipped off my knees and came up to the desk, but I didn't care. But then I heard the pens gritting against the paper and opened my eyes.
The party worked hard to draw something in the photo.
- Party, what are you doing! No!
I grabbed the photo from my daughter. Oh, no! Three of my former classmates had red pens with wings drawn. The photo was hopelessly ruined.
- What's the big deal, Mom? They are angels, and angels always have wings.
I scolded my daughter and went to another room. I had to get ready because today was the day of the reunion. While I was wearing an evening dress, I was tormented by one question: what do these wings mean? What do you mean, they are angels? The party made me think, but not for long. Soon I got in a taxi, slamming the door loudly, so the driver said some bad words under his nose.
The meeting was fun. One of her classmates brought a photo. The same thing that was taken at the prom.
- And my daughter ruined that photo this morning," I complained. - I drew some wings on it.
- Kids!" laughed. - Well, it's not a problem. I'll make you a copy. And you know, three of our classmates died recently. So sorry! These... Sasha, Sergey, and Borya.
I looked at the photo and did not believe my eyes. They were the same people whom Patis drew wings and called them angels!
At home, I took the spoiled photo again. Yes, everything fits... An accident?
The Party no longer took the album, and I hid it myself so I wouldn't have to worry myself with unnecessary thoughts.
A few days later, I caught my daughter drawing. It's amazing how realistic this little girl's paintings looked! Like pictures.
I looked at the sheet and saw a portrait of a young girl with freckles and an upturned nose. To my amazement, Patis even drew her eyes.
- Very beautiful. But you said you didn't draw your eye," I turned to Patis and stroked her hair.
- She would be an angel very soon. She had nothing more to hide," said her daughter and, to my dismay, drew her red wings with a pen.
My hand trembled on her hair, and Patis felt it.
- Don't worry, Mom. She'll have wonderful wings!
I jumped out on the street under the pretext that I had to go to the store. The party walked me in with a thoughtful look.
I was walking down the street, but I didn't see anything in front of me. Now I knew that the wings in the picture and the picture were not accidental. But who was that girl with the freckles?
Squeal of brakes, blow, screams. A frightened blonde ran out of the luxury car and got an ambulance. A man was lying in front of her car. Afraid to see what I was thinking, I came closer. It was the same girl with the freckles.
I ran home and decided to ask my daughter everything directly!
The key wasn't in the lock for a long time. I was nervous, turning it around and pulling it sharply.
The party was sitting on the floor in the room, and there were pages around her that were torn out of the photo album.
Party silently handed me a photo of a girl withdrawn wings. I recognized myself. I ran a cold run on my back.
- Don't worry, Mom. You'll get the most beautiful wings.
