Kiri. Venus Stella

beloved child is asleep. Those little

      chubby arms cradling the blue bear cub in the striped white and blue t-shirt is the cutest sight I've ever seen. I closed the door and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to enjoy a cup of warm cocoa.

      After taking my "bad mood drink," I went out on the balcony to enjoy the warm summer air. I like to look at the stars, and cocoa without milk. Milk is an important sub-point for me. I remember when I was a kid, my sister and I liked to lie on a fresh haystack and look at the starry sky. We even learned a few constellations. The Big Dipper, the Little Dipper… It's funny how much time has passed, and those moments are still vivid in the memory. And the scattering of stars in the Milky Way? It's a mesmerizing sight. We were in awe of the falling star, waiting in our hearts to make a wish and believed that it would come true for sure. Childhood should be surrounded by magic, we should believe in miracles. Although I confess, I still make wishes on a shooting star. The memories made me feel so warm and tears ran down my cheek, but there was a smile on my face. Because those tears are from good memories. They will stay in my heart forever. My darling man, in case the day comes when we can't see each other, know that I'm always there for you, just look at the stars. I took a sip of warm cocoa to numb the heartache and took a deep breath. The smell of a fresh, frosty morning, with a hint of apples, rushed into my nose. But I don't see anything unusual about that, because I smell that smell every night, sitting here on the balcony. It's so strange, when we moved into this house, I was told that our neighbor would be gone for two years. But for some reason, when I sit on the balcony at night, I can feel someone's eyes on me, even now. Isn't that weird? Maybe I'm just going crazy. Being a parent, you know, hard work, being responsible for a person twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, is a very heavy burden. There's probably not one person who's ready to be a parent. When a baby is

      born, the endless joy of that cute little lump turns into fear building into panic. Because you are now a parent, this is your area of responsibility, whether you are ready or not. Some of us make it, some of us need help, but every loving parent does everything possible, even impossible, for the well-being of their child. But that smell… It's bugging me! Hmmm, I don't know what to think, but it's weird. Well, okay, I'll finish my cocoa and go to bed, otherwise coffee in the morning will not help me wake up. Yeah-a-a-a tomorrow is an exciting and important day for me. After all, I've got me, we'll get through it, as always, my girl.

      My new, beautiful roommate has completely taken over my thoughts. This little miss is never out of my mind, day or night. Especially at night… I start acting silly, doing strange things. Even now, I'm a grown man hiding behind the balcony door, struggling with the curtains, which seem to deliberately prevent me from peeking at this terribly seductive miss, covering my face. And that meeting at the store? It was my well-honed plan of action; I was able to impress her, and even embarrass her, here by that lovely blush that arrived on her face. It worked out even better than I had imagined in my head, except, of course, for the suggestion about the angels. I guess she didn't appreciate it, judging by how adorably she rolled her beautiful, emerald eyes. How am I supposed to approach her? She hid behind a mask of indifference, surrounding herself with walls as high and strong as if it were a fortress. It's probably just the aftermath of a painful relationship experience… I think someone has trampled on her feelings. All I have to do is watch her quietly at night. She always comes out at the same time, it's like a ritual for her and a chance for me to enjoy her image. She is so beautiful, even in the little things. The way she tucks her naughty red strand behind her ear. The way she looks at the stars, leaning back in her chair, whispering softly to herself. But sometimes she is sad, I find it hard to watch. It's hard for me to bear her tears… Sometimes she cries so bitterly, quietly and quietly, trying not to let anyone hear her pain. At those moments, I just want to get closer to her and hold her close to me, taking her pain away. But no matter what, she always holds her head up proudly and bravely. Truly a strong woman. These fragile creatures have always been tougher than men. I so admire

      you, my little miss. Across the balcony I can hear her scent that drives me crazy every time… Like a fresh sea breeze, like summer dew, and I drown in the smell of ripe fruit. She smiles so sweetly… I'm afraid I'm already in love with this little unruly miss. My Miss Perfect. And she threw away my note! Oh! How angry I was. Oh, no! I won't give up that easily, it's not in my rules. I'm going to be someone worthy of her love.

      Chapter Two.

      Careful the doors close, the next stop is a new life.

      The next morning began with a run through the dressing room, looking for a suitable outfit. I wanted to make a good first impression, because, as a rule, everyone is greeted by their clothes, so the image had to be carefully thought out. My inner state from the excitement was already on the verge of marking "dangerous!", when my son, with the eyes of a cat from a popular cartoon, ran up with a broken toy. And of course, as usual it was urgent, right now and not a second later, it had to be repaired. I laughed, and sat down on the floor to help my son in repairing the broken toy, and let the whole world wait. While I fixed the car, my son watched my actions intently, eagerly swallowing every second he spent next to me. This process calmed me down, and I finally relaxed. Just like that, quite unknowingly, children can give you peace of mind, more effectively than the most expensive psychologist.