Valerka, we were caught trying to break into a garage. The owner called the police.
The Struggle and Recovery of a Torn Family “Artyom, please don’t go!” my mother pleaded, her voice trembling with sorrow as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Forgive me… just stay…” However, my father, with his worn suitcase slung over his shoulder, proceeded toward the exit without looking back. I stood frozen in the doorway between … Read more