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Hello! You are on the channel "Vanessa Parro", thank You for reading my articles!I will be glad to read positive reviews, they warm the soul) The story of what misfortunes people who you don’t even know can bring ... My sister's friend told me this story. My friend’s name was Maria, she’s only 22, she’s been married for two years, her baby is a year and a half old, her name is Bear. I will continue to write from the words of Mary. “We once walked with Artem (her husband) with a stroller in his yard, we didn’t touch anyone, May is warm, the sun warms, everything is fine. The bear doesn’t even cry - he looks around, smiles. Beauty! Before returning home, we decided to go to the grocery, buy something, and do not have a supermarket, and the market is so indoor, there are many different departments. Temochka went to the meat department, but I stayed at the entrance, near the bread department. I stand, glancing around. Suddenly, the saleswoman alone asked me: “Who is this: is it a bo
Hello! You are on the channel "Vanessa Parro", thank You for reading my articles!I will be glad to read positive reviews, they warm the soul)

The story of what misfortunes people who you don’t even know can bring ...

My sister's friend told me this story. My friend’s name was Maria, she’s only 22, she’s been married for two years, her baby is a year and a half old, her name is Bear.

I will continue to write from the words of Mary. “We once walked with Artem (her husband) with a stroller in his yard, we didn’t touch anyone, May is warm, the sun warms, everything is fine.

The bear doesn’t even cry - he looks around, smiles. Beauty!

Before returning home, we decided to go to the grocery, buy something, and do not have a supermarket, and the market is so indoor, there are many different departments.

Temochka went to the meat department, but I stayed at the entrance, near the bread department. I stand, glancing around. Suddenly, the saleswoman alone asked me: “Who is this: is it a boy or a girl?” I turn around, I see a grandmother with a hairstyle so strange and a big mole on her cheek standing behind the counter and smiling, it seemed to me that it was somehow simulated.

But out of respect for the elders, I say: "Boy, Bear." And she gazed at the baby like that and in a whisper: “It will be hard ...”.

I did not hear the end of the phrase, and just then my hubby returned.

We went home, I fed Misha, put him to bed, went to the kitchen, Artyom just made dinner.

We eat, communicate, discuss where to go for the weekend, when suddenly a cry from the room screams and weeps so loudly. We rushed into the room, ran up to Mishka, and he sobbed, waved his hands.

I touched him, and he was hot, measured the temperature - 39. In a panic, my husband calls an ambulance. Doctors arrived, examined the child, and he was crying, but they couldn’t say anything intelligible, they said they should take a cure for colic and an antipyretic, they wrote out a prescription and left.

We gave the tablets to Misha, tried to lull him - it is useless, screaming and that’s all.

Thank God, after a couple of hours it subsided and fell asleep. We were really glad, we thought that after all the pain ceased to torment him, but there it was. The next morning, at about 6 o’clock, he began to scream again, not as usual (all the same, children scream in childhood).

Again the temperature rose, took him in his arms, and the rash on his neck started to go. Frightened, they decided to go to the hospital. They examined the child, asked general questions: what he ate, whatever happened before and so on.

Prescribed medication and sent home. All this time, Bear whimpered, sometimes breaking into a cry.

Four of the most painful days have passed in my life: constant crying, temperature, stress, which we have not tried - everything is useless, the rash has not disappeared, but only spread all over the back.

They practically despaired, but then my mother, who came to me, advised me to go to a woman-healer, her old friend.

We came to her house, showed the child, she looked and said: “This is spoiling, girls, and not the easiest one. Urgent need to remove. "

Right there she performed a “rite”, if I may call it that, washed the child with holy water, whispered something, and my boy calmed down, and after a few minutes, he completely fell asleep, even the heat was asleep.

And I ask the healer that: “And who brought corruption, because we did not interfere with anyone, did not swear with anyone? And here it is ... "

And she says:" Yes, you don’t know her, she just did it, she’s an evil person. "

I still asked the woman how the “witch” looked, and she described that saleswoman grandmother behind the counter. I gasped, and the healer asked in a surprised voice: “Do you know who this is?” Well, I told her how the “witch” gazed at my Mishenka with a smirk.

About a month has already passed, but with Mishka, everything is in order.

And I didn’t see the saleswoman in that market anymore, and, in general, I’m not eager to meet her. Only one question remained: “Why can one be so angry with innocent people ?!

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