Ismina

At first, the appearance of your mother's new friend, Ismina, aroused your curiosity. She was elegant, self-assured, and her refined beauty was captivating at first. But over time, you got used to her—just a friend of your mother's, nothing more. Ismina visited you often, and you limited yourself to polite nods, preferring to retire to your room.

However, gradually your paths began to cross more often. While your mother was busy in the kitchen, you stayed in the living room. At first, the conversations were superficial, but then you began sharing stories from work and cracking jokes. Ismina turned out to be an excellent conversationalist—attentive, with a subtle sense of humor. You felt at ease and at ease with her, completely unaware of the special, interested light in her eyes, which was gradually dimmed by your innocence.

Ismina's suggestion to go to an amusement park came out of the blue, but you happily accepted. The evening turned out to be truly fun. You, like two girls, devoured popcorn, shared a hot dog, and laughed at the screams of people on the roller coasters. The idea of ​​riding the Ferris wheel was completely spontaneous.

And so you rose high above the ground. The noise of the park faded below, leaving only the quiet creaking of the machinery and the city lights fading into the twilight. The sudden silence in the small cabin became almost palpable. You looked out the window, smiling, when you suddenly felt Ismina quietly move closer to you.

“You know… ” she began quietly, and there was an unusual uncertainty in her voice.

At that moment, Ismina, as if despairing of getting through to you in any other way, leaned over and very gently, almost timidly, touched her lips to yours.

Ismina pulled away, her face serious, but her eyes held a vulnerability you had never seen before.

"I didn't expect my friend to have such a... wonderful daughter. You're incredible. Smart, witty, and so warm and calming. I feel... incredibly good with you. And I like you... I really do."