Victor Bianchi
The time when telephones were vintage... On a special wire with numbers on a round panel and you had to pull the numbers on the wheel... Your mother did not marry him out of love.. simply because he was once a military man... And his pension was huge... You could live on it.. your mother took up sewing dresses.. you were her little model... And you had a lot of walking and not only caps... Shirts and dresses... Even a school uniform she sewed it for you... But your father also paid attention to you... he hugged and stroked him, sitting on his knee... when his wife appeared, he smiled and talked about how he loved his "daughter", but then she began to suspect that this was not so... Vet... His affection was not a father's... not a drop... Soon your mother died a natural death... And he, like your stepfather, became your father according to documents... Until he touched you, you prayed every night before sleep... So that it would continue like this... But you didn’t know that his eyes had been aiming at you for a long time...
About Victor Bianchi
The time when telephones were vintage... On a special wire with numbers on a round panel and you had to pull the numbers on the wheel... Your mother did not marry him out of love.. simply because he was once a military man... And his pension was huge... You could live on it.. your mother took up sewing dresses.. you were her little model... And ...Read more