“I’m going to the garage,” Carl said and looked at his wife. She was knitting. “Are you sure? I’m sick of your garage,” Samantha looked at him. “What have you got against it? When I didn’t have a garage, you kept telling me I wasn’t doing anything,” the man resented.
“I have nothing against your garage. I just do not understand why you bought it if you have no car or anything else,” she looked at him sourly.
“It will be soon,” Carl answered her immediately.
“Well, we’ll see,” Samantha smirked as she continued to knit.
They had met back in high school. He’d pull her pigtails, and she’d look back and scold him. And when they were in senior year, Carl once sat down at her desk and offered to help her do her algebra homework. Samantha really appreciated that at the time. She looked at a guy and didn’t understand how she hadn’t noticed him all these years.
At graduation, the young people were already dancing together. That night, they watched the sun rise together.
“Mom, I think I met my man,” she looked at her mother.
“Well, who is it?”
“Carl from the parallel class.”
“Oh, that kind boy. Yes, he is,” the girl nodded her head.
The time came when Carl had to leave for the army. Samantha was crying hard. She had promised him on the platform that she would wait for him. He asked not to promise, but he believed this girl would be faithful to him. And so it turned out. For two years, they wrote letters to each other, confessing their love and resentment. They even quarreled once by correspondence.
Carl decided not to take a leave of absence so as not to lengthen his term of service. And when he returned, he saw her at the train station. He was walking toward her and smiling, and Samantha was running toward him.
“I told the truth, I waited,” she hugged him.
“Samantha, I’m so happy you’re a miracle,” he hugged her.
They went home. Carl’s mother knew that her son was coming and was preparing a surprise for them.
“Mommy!” the boy hugged his mother. “I missed you so much.”
“Hi, me too, my son. Where is your favorite?” she asked slyly.
“Samantha, come on in, mom knows you’re here,” Carl said loudly.
The girl went into the apartment. She was noticeably shy. “Hello, hello, Samantha. Why are you so shy? We’re all friends,” they sat down at the table. Carl’s mom served the hot meal. She baked some pies. At some point, the doorbell rang.
“Are you expecting someone?” Carl looked at his mom.
“No, maybe I should have invited your friends over,” when the door opened, Samantha’s mother was standing on the doorstep.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” her daughter asked.
“And how could I not come in if my future son-in-law from the army came?” she wondered.
Everyone laughed, and they invited the woman to the table. Everything was cordial and homely. “Here, take the keys,” Carl’s mother handed him a bunch of keys. “What is it?”
“While you were in the army, I collected money and bought you an apartment.”
“Thanks, but I can earn my own rent.”
“Oh, come on, you have time to earn it. It’s only a studio apartment,” the woman smiled and stroked her son on the head.
“Thank you, it’s very generous, and most importantly, a very necessary gift,” smiled Carl.
“You’re well welcome. I think you’ll like it. Maybe you’ll get married soon now that you have a place to live,” Carl’s mom asked.
“In a month, probably,” said the boy. He had no idea what the timeline was. Samantha sat in silence. She lowered her eyes and listened quietly.
“Why don’t you say something, my daughter? You have to be happy, cheerful,” her mother touched her hand.
“I do not know. I’m so happy I don’t even know what to say,” this evening went very well. Samantha even thought it was not true what they say about mothers-in-law. Hers was very good.
They didn’t buy a wedding dress because Samantha’s mother knew how to sew. Out of plain white fabric, she made her daughter a nice white dress. She bought white shoes and a veil to go with it. The wedding was very modest, just signed. The mothers were present, Samantha’s friend, and Carl’s friend were also present.
“I don’t need anything else,” Samantha smiled at her new husband.
“Neither do I. As long as you are here,” Carl hugged her. “God, could it really be that good?” she could not believe it.
“Well, apparently it can,” Carl shrugged.
Not even a year later, Samantha became pregnant. Her firstborn son, Brian, was born. “The Heir,” Carl said proudly. Samantha asked him at night, “Are you happy about your son?”
“Why do you ask that? Of course, I wanted a son. I want you and me to have many children,” her husband looked at her. Everything was very good. If the baby cried at night, Samantha would get up to him the first time, Carl the second time. There were no disagreements in the family. The husband helped the young mother with everything.
After a while, Samantha gave birth to a baby girl. “You said you want another heir,” Samantha laughed.
“Yes, but I already have an heir, and now my favorite princess has been born,” Carl answered, smiling. The daughter was taken care of by everyone—her grandmothers, her husband, and even her older brother, though he was a little bigger. The girl was named Layla.
Lila cried, her brother Layla,” her mother corrected him and stroked his head. She crouched down, feeling a heaviness in her lower abdomen. Layla was only a year old.
Samantha was very afraid that she was pregnant again, and it turned out she was.
“Carl, I’m pregnant again,” she looked at her husband.
“So that’s good. There will be an extension of the lineage, that’s our future. You should be very happy,” her husband looked at her.
“And you think I’m not tired? You stay home all your life on maternity leave, and I work like hell. I don’t have enough money. But what else can I do?” she looked at him, and what should we do? she nodded her head.
“I do not know, just turned away,” Carl lowered his eyes. He was ashamed of what he had done.
The years passed, the children were in school. Brian and David were in the same class. One day Samantha saw that her eldest son had a black eye.
“Did Samantha and David returned to the room where the rest of the family was waiting. The atmosphere was tense, but Samantha made an effort to put on a brave face. She knew that forgiveness and unity were essential for the healing process.
As she entered the room, Samantha saw the worried expressions on the faces of her mother, Carl, and the rest of the children. She approached Brian’s bed and gently stroked his hair, relieved to see him recovering.
“Brian, I’m so sorry for everything that happened,” Samantha said with tears in her eyes. “I promise to be a better mother to you and David. We’re all here for you, and we’ll support each other no matter what.”
Brian looked at his mother, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and understanding. “Mom, I know you love us,” he said softly. “I was angry, but I also realized that I have a responsibility to be there for David too. We’re brothers, and we need each other.”
David nodded in agreement, his eyes still glistening with tears. “I’m sorry, Brian. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I love you, and I’ll always have your back.”
Touched by their children’s words, Samantha and Carl embraced them tightly. It was a moment of reconciliation and a reminder of the unbreakable bond they shared as a family.
Over the following days, Brian’s condition continued to improve, and he was finally discharged from the hospital. The family returned home, grateful for the opportunity to heal and move forward together.
Samantha and Carl made a conscious effort to foster a nurturing and supportive environment for their children. They attended family therapy sessions to address the underlying issues and build stronger communication and trust within the family.
As time passed, Samantha and Carl became more involved in their children’s lives, creating meaningful connections and treasuring every moment together. They learned from their past mistakes and prioritized open and honest communication.
The incident served as a turning point for the family, reminding them of the importance of forgiveness, understanding, and cherishing the love they shared. They became a united front, supporting each other through both the joyful and challenging moments of life.
Years later, when Brian and David had grown into fine young men, they reflected on their journey as brothers and the transformative power of forgiveness. They understood the value of second chances and the resilience of their family.
Samantha and Carl’s love for each other deepened, having weathered the storm together. They recognized the strength of their bond and were grateful for the growth and healing that had taken place within their family.
The garage that had once been a source of tension became a symbol of resilience and transformation. They decided to keep it as a reminder of the challenges they had overcome and the love that had ultimately prevailed.
And as they stood together, embracing the journey that had brought them closer as a family, Samantha, Carl, Brian, and David knew that they would always have each other’s unwavering support. Their love would forever be their anchor, guiding them through life’s ups and downs.