By: Khurshida Aytuvova
The playground is as crowded as ever. The surroundings are quiet. The warm breath of spring is blowing everywhere. From time to time you can hear the chirping of birds. Every time Khadija passes this place, she feels a warm feeling in her heart. He watches the children for a long time.
Even now, he sat on a bench by the side of the road and stared at the children for a long time. A little girl is running to her mother from afar. A 5-6-year-old boy is flying on a horse. A few feet away, a group of children are making sandcastles. Perhaps now Khadija was thinking about her childhood._ Khadija was brought up in an orphanage.
Yes, his parents left him here. There were a lot of children here. But Khadija was still a little girl. He did not understand why parents leave their children in orphanages. He thought a lot. However, he could not find an answer to his question. How old is he, he is still looking for answers. His childhood was not so difficult. His foster sisters gave him the love that his parents did not give him. When he was sick, they took care of him. They even brought him to the hospital for treatment. But still, the role of parents is different.
Khadija’s color turned pale. So this woman is not his real mother. What for? After all, he has been waiting for these moments for a long time, what should he do, go with this woman? No, Khadija was afraid that her mother would come and look for her. Khadija had a different idea of her mother: she thought that she was a beautiful and kind woman dressed in simple clothes._ – I can’t go with you, she finally said with a trembling voice.
I’m sorry, I can’t be your daughter – she said while panting. Tears rolled down his eyes. Something stuck in his throat. And he turned and ran to the door. Those who were standing here looked after Khadija in surprise. Even the woman did not follow him. Because she also understood that she could not be a mother to this little girl. Even though she was still young, right Khadija was very sad and thoughtful. He always stood out from his friends. Being alone, he liked to think about his parents. Despite how many years have passed, his character has not changed.
He became a famous artist as he dreamed. Of course, he achieved this due to his study aspirations and hard work. He got married. Her husband is also a very kind person. He has a daughter and a son. He loves his children very much. She was a famous singer since childhood and dreamed of singing such beautiful tunes about mothers.
He achieved his dream. Now he has everything. Except for his mother. He still thinks about his mother. “Why do some mothers give birth to a child who has been carrying a child for 9 months and leave it in an orphanage?” After all, these are chicken babies who can’t distinguish between black and white!? What is wrong with them? Can’t they think of these babies?! No, they only think about themselves.
Unfortunately, there are parents among us who even give up their children for money. They are so tolerant that not even the cry of their child can be heard.” Khadija was always tormented by such thoughts. _ She was lost in thought for a long time and did not notice that time was running out. There were also fewer children on the playground. A cool evening breeze is blowing around. Khadija slowly got up and walked along the sidewalk.
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