Many years ago, our son gave his life defending the Motherland, leaving my husband and I alone with his son, our grandson. After some time, his wife remarried, and my husband and I took on the care of our great-grandson. It was not easy, but he became the meaning of our lives, and for his sake we were ready to do anything.

Over the years, our grandson grew up and became a successful programmer, earning good money. But one day he came to us with news that shook us to the core. He said that he had bought us a big house so that we could live in comfort. My husband and I clasped our heads in our hands and began to cry loudly.

It was not about the house, not about its four walls, but about the fact that our grandson appreciated our efforts, our work and love. He acknowledged what we had been through and showed his gratitude. We realized that despite all the trials of life, we were able to raise a worthy person.

Today, looking at our grown-up grandson, we consider ourselves happy. We are proud that we were able to save and raise him, even when fate took our son away from us.