З життя
Шість років вона не зізнавалась, хто батько її сина.
Протягом шести років вона не казала нікому, хто є батьком її сина.
Оксана народила сина, коли ще навчалася в середній школі. Протягом шести років вона не казала нікому, хто є його батьком. Її мати дізналася про вагітність майже перед пологами, думала, що дочка просто поправилась. І лише пізніше всі таємниці стали явними, і треба було готуватися до народження немовляти.
Мати Оксани намагалася вмовити її зв’язатися з батьком дитини. Вона виховувала дочку сама, а тепер це чекало її онука. Проте Оксана не бажала розкривати особу батька, тож аліменти і не розглядалися. Ніхто не знав, з ким зустрічалася 17-річна дівчина, яка наполегливо тримала все в секреті.
Влітку народився її син Петрик, гарний хлопчик з блакитними очима. Мати Оксани взяла декретну відпустку, бо розуміла, що дочка повинна продовжувати навчання. Вона хотіла зробити все можливе, аби молода мама не кинула школу і змогла її завершити.
Догляд за хлопчиком взяли на себе бабуся і прабабуся. Дівчина не тільки закінчила середню школу, але й вступила до університету та ще й працювала на півставки, бо їхня родина не жила заможно. Навіть коли в неї були додаткові гроші, вона не говорила рідним, хто їх присилав.
Коли сину було чотири роки, вона орендувала квартиру і забрала сина до себе. Вона присвячувала багато часу дитині, аби той добре розвивався.
У віці чотирьох років Петрик вже вмів читати і писати. Вона записала його до дитсадка, а невдовзі після цього отримала підвищення на керівну посаду.
Коли малюку виповнилося шість років, вона познайомила маму і бабусю зі своїм давнім товаришем з класу. Ніхто не мав сумнівів у тому, що це він є батьком Петрика, вони були так схожі.
Оксана розповіла, що Андрій завжди підтримував її фінансово. Вони тримали це в таємниці, бо його батьки були дуже владними, він ще перебував на їхньому утриманні і знав, що дізнайся вони про дитину, виникли б проблеми. Вони були забезпеченими, гроші давали, не питаючи, навіщо він їх потребує.
Протягом усього цього часу він потайки зустрічався з нею та їхнім сином. Після закінчення університету він почав працювати і одразу ж освідчився їй. Тепер, після шести років таємниць, він прийшов до матері Оксани, аби попросити її руки.
Невдовзі у них народилася донечка, тепер їхня сім’я в повному складі.
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