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Я ковтав сльози: Як з батька-короля перетворився на старого, нікому не потрібного чоловіка

Все життя був самотнім. Рос сиротою.

Батьків не пам’ятаю — вони пішли, коли мені було лише кілька років.

Виховувала мене бабуся. Вона була суворою, але справедливою. Учила мене працювати, не скаржитися, не чекати допомоги від когось.

Я рано подорослішав.

Школу не закінчив — після восьмого класу пішов працювати.

А потім одружився.

Мені було всього 18, але здавалося, що вже дорослий, що знаю, як влаштований світ, що зможу зробити свою сім’ю щасливою.

Через рік у мене народилася дочка.

Я тоді не розумів, як цей маленький клубочок у пелюшках змінить моє життя.

Дивлячись на неї, я клявся собі: “Ти не будеш рости як я. У тебе буде все”.

І з того моменту мій шлях був лише один — працювати.

Дружина пішла, а я залишився один з дитиною. Сімейне щастя тривало недовго.

Дружина не витримала.

Вона хотіла гуляти, розважатися, а я… я з ранку до ночі тяжко працював, щоб наша дочка ні в чому не потребувала.

Вона почала затримуватися ночами.

Пізніше я дізнався, що у неї є інший.

А потім її не стало в нашому житті.

Вона пішла, навіть не попрощавшись з дочкою.

Я не плакав.

Я не міг дозволити собі слабкість.

Я просто продовжував працювати.

Бігав з однієї зміни на іншу, не знав, що таке вихідні, не пам’ятав, коли востаннє спав більше ніж чотири години підряд.

Але мені було байдуже.

Адже у мене була вона — моя дівчинка, моя принцеса.

Я обіцяв собі, що вона буде щаслива.

І я тримав слово.

Я купував їй усе, про що вона мріяла.

Іграшки. Ляльки. Велосипед.

Навіть коли грошей не вистачало — знаходив спосіб.

Я працював, працював, працював…

А вона обіймала мене за шию і казала:

— Тату, ти найкращий! Ти мій король!

І заради цих слів я був готовий на все.

Я поїхав на заробітки заради неї. Коли дочка виросла, витрати стали більшими.

Комп’ютер, телефон, модний одяг, подорожі…

А потім — випускний бал.

— Тату, я знайшла сукню! Вона ідеальна! Коштує всього 1000 доларів!

Я не показав, що мені стало погано від цієї цифри.

Я посміхнувся і сказав:

— Звісно, принцеса. Купимо.

Але того ж вечора зібрав речі і поїхав на заробітки.

Я пішов туди, де платили добре, де за один місяць можна було заробити більше, ніж удома за рік.

Я працював вантажником, будівельником, сторожем — ким завгодно, аби відправити їй гроші.

Я їв хліб з водою, спав у тісній кімнаті з десятьма такими ж, як я.

Але мені було все одно.

Адже я робив це заради неї.

Адже вона була моєю принцесою.

І заради неї я був готовий померти від втоми.

Я заплатив за все — за її навчання, весілля, дитину…
Вона вступила до університету.

— Тату, мені потрібно платити за семестр…

— Звісно, доню.

— Тату, мені потрібні гроші на квартиру, на їжу, на навчання…

— Звісно, доню.

Я не скаржився.

Я не казав їй, як мені важко.

Я просто працював.

А потім вона закохалася.

— Тату, я виходжу заміж!

Я відчував, як серце стиснулося.

Вона ж така молода…

— Ти впевнена, доню?

— Так, тату. Я його кохаю.

Я знову нічого не сказав.

Просто поліз у кишеню і витяг останні гроші, що зумів заробити.

Весілля.

Потім народження дитини.

Знову витрати.

Я не шкодував.

Я був щасливий.

А потім я став нікому не потрібен…
Минали роки.

Я старів.

Працювати стало важко.

Я вже не міг бігати по будівництву, носити важкі речі, стояти на ногах по 14 годин.

Одного разу я подумав:

“А чому б мені не купити машину? Хоч трохи полегшити собі життя…”

І подзвонив дочці.

— Доню, я вирішив купити машину. Все-таки роки вже ті, важко ходити всюди пішки…

Я чекав, що вона скаже:

“Правильно, тату! Ти стільки для нас зробив, ти заслужив!”

Але натомість я почув сміх.

— Тату, тобі машина?! Ти що, з глузду з’їхав? Куди ти на ній їздити будеш? Ти вже старий!

А потім додала:

— Дай гроші нам. Ми хочемо зробити дитячу для сина.

Я замовк.

А потім просто сказав:

— Звісно, доню.

І віддав гроші.

Я більше не король. Я просто старий…
Зрозумів це в той день.

Я більше не важливий.

Я більше не потрібний.

Я був потрібний, поки міг давати.

Але коли прийшов час подумати про себе – з’ясувалося, що я зайвий.

Я ковтав сльози.

Не став сперечатися.

Я просто зрозумів.

Тепер я просто старий, який заважає під ногами.

І знаєте, що я думаю тепер?

Вона теж стане матір’ю.

Вона теж побачить, як діти виростають.

І тоді, колись, у дощовий день вона раптом згадає мене.

Згадає, як я працював заради неї, не спав, не їв, не жив для себе.

І тоді зрозуміє.

І тоді зрозуміє, яку помилку зробила.

Я не злюся.

Я просто чекаю цього дня…

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