ASIN: B00JGBE3G6
Publisher: Hrachya Saribekyan
Pages: 8
My father walked out of the doctor’s office. Pneumonia. “A couple of days in the hospital, then you’ll be discharged,” admonished my father. My illness had become an obstacle to visiting my mother. “Let me come to the hospital in a couple of days,” I said to my father. My family – my grandpa, my father, my uncle and my sister – were all going to see my mother. I wanted to go, too. It had been twenty days since I’d seen my mother. But my illness had to be prevented right away. “Go!” said my father. The head nurse, a former classmate of my mother’s, was waiting for me. I smelt vodka on my father’s breath as he talked. “If you want, you can write a letter to her. I’ll pick it up tomorrow, and I’ll bring you some warm clothes.” He was staggering, he looked exhausted and had drunken vodka to overcome his insomnia. He looked like was dying to crash somewhere and sleep. So, in order to get rid ...
