I’d been friends with Rebecca since I was a kid. A girl who seemed like a great friend to me. I could tell her any secret, share what kind of boy I liked, and everything. When we were at school we were thick as thieves. We even went to the same university at the same department and dreamed of becoming translators.
Rebecca’s parents were also great people. Yes, very simple, without higher education and any special honors, but with a good soul and heart.
I always remember how Rebecca’s mother was always making pies and treating the kids around – we often played in Rebecca’s yard. Her mother worked at the post office, everyone’s favorite letter carrier, she never refused to help anyone.
I could say the same about Rebecca’s dad. She had a defect, of course, sometimes he stuttered. But he was also a very kind person. Whoever asked him anything – he immediately ran to help. I remember Rebecca and I wanted a tree house. My dad didn’t want to do it, but Rebecca’s dad got right down to it. We spent our childhood in that cabin, getting together for bachelorette parties and just discussing things. It was a great time.
Yes, Rebecca’s parents did everything they could to make sure her childhood was happy and unclouded.
And then I find out that Rebecca is getting married, to a guy from our class. He, of course, is from a very rich family. Anyway, we all went to the wedding and Rebecca’s parents didn’t show up. I asked what was the matter, to which she told me that it would be better without them. After all, her parents are “redneck,” and their wedding was attended by many respected people, not peers, in a word.
That’s how you bring up children, give them a better childhood, and then they will be embarrassed of you.
