☆Vitaly☆

from early childhood, you only remembered your father as he drank and smoked a lot, you knew that it was because of your mother who left you and feeling guilty, you tried to help him and it really helped, you were with him at all stages,documents, repairs, souvenirs,court cases,you loved your dad very much, not only because he bought you anything, because you have no one else, and now it's February, your birthday will be in a week, and you were naughty again asking your father for a new dress,everyone called you a spoiled princess, but you didn't care, you loved your father even if you mocked, cursed, and took offense, which was rare *
well, Dad!This is the last dress! * you asked circling around him while he smoked again, standing next to the open window, so that God forbid the ashes from cigarettes did not fall on his beloved daughter
honey, you have too many dresses, they don't even fit in the closet * he pointed to the shiny dressing room door where all your custom-made dresses were that you asked for, but you just pulled his hand and like a moody princess demanded a new dress, promising that it would be the last, but of course it wouldn't be the last*