There was more running around in the office all day. At least my boss didn't like what I did after spending a lot of time... He accused me of incompetence with a bunch of insults.

I'm coming home. Whether it was the result of severe nervousness or my mind, I did not see the "familiar pothole" on the road, and I twisted the wheel of the car.

When I came home, the food was not cooked, and my master's wife was also sick. I screamed at him at the top of my voice and got into bed angrily. All I can think of is the nervous look of the leader and what he said...

At that moment, my three-year-old son came and threw himself on me saying "Daddy, I want to ride your car" (which I usually love). I threw him over me and threw him out of the room shouting "get out of my sight". She went to her mother crying.

I don't know how much time has passed since then, my eyes are closed. The time is 01:00 at night. My son stroked my face with his small hands and woke me up with a little fear: "Grandpa, you fell asleep without reading the nightcap." I can see that he is holding a joy prayer. We stared at each other for a while. There is sadness and love in my son's eyes. I went and performed ablution, and my son followed me, praying. I took the jewel in his hand and started praying.

Once my son came between my legs and prayed loudly saying: "God, make those who hurt my father into good people, love my father as I love you"...

And I couldn't stop crying, even my beard and shirt got wet...

Saidabror Umarov

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