mama

  My mom know forest like her own home, she brought me to so many paces, far away, we had no idea how to get out, but for some reason, she knows the way back. She likes berries, mushrooms; every summer and autumn we used to spend in the forest picking thousands of mushrooms, for us, her friends, my grandmother and aunt. She would boss me, and there was way to get out from the forest and I had to listen her every word. Still, she is always on my side, before and now. She likes to say: so what, thats not your problem, that's their problem, do anyway...