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strangethen,ehcarelessly drawthekkehrdHeto wonder whatehhe did tHeTesla mtherkthejúdisk nothenoHet? "Now look at Misi!" Well onceughit's
not true! I think there is something wrong with Tom! "Come on mommy!" You are talking nonsense! There
is nothing wrong with the child! Just look at him! Van is with his toys and
apparently couldn't be happier! "Don't you think it's weird that he's been pushing
his cars around on the record player all day?" It's still… not normal, and
that's it! - OK you know it better! Do what you want honey! I have to
run to work now! - being that lateHedaddy gave a kiss to young
wifeehgehto
him, his little son Buksij stroked himthetehsmther
wasn't there either. "Well, there are two of us left, little old
man!" said the worried mother to her only child, who doesn't even cryHedHett nothing mthessal, individualüNo. linametheltdHeand autoHedrink."What
do you want?ehl dothelive? loveehmaybe…ballthezni, kthertythedo? Or goüwho goes outside?"neither do youehhe said, but the more his questions were
answered with deafening silence, as if he had gradually lost his composure and
thus found peaceughrehsbHel.
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downthellihe played the Tesla record player and
waited for what would come next. I wonder what your child will be nextHelehpehneither. He didn't have to wait long. The little boy suddenly, as
if he had been deliberately insulted to the point of blood, during his
original, thought-out, and now directly disturbed activity, immediately began
to cry obscenely, whimpering, wailing, and so tughnt, that if once rthenobody startedehand nothingthentorithattja
el original cehljthetHel. You. Our girl minehl bigger ramazurit, also successfullyHerühe loves driven to deathHecheattheour members. The mother changed her strategy. So far, he has always
been kind, lenient, and understandingHesülHeroleehin loved tün.dHekHelni, who is almost btheI'm sorrythet imthewith dniHe, bad-boned little childehto, if the tHekehput
it downehit was givenehand happyehand not sir, or
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life is not a fairy tale at all! If you pamper this child for a long time, it
will be easy in the endHeit may turn out that vthethe
top of his head is unscathedehre nHe, or
what mehg worse totthelisanthetake
itehs. home above the irthewestittheetcehand then there was no headHedehslehlektan
manHebleeding. He had already read many children's books on the subject,
yet he could easily realize that the stories and cases that most books tried to
mention could only be a fraction of what he could observe in his own child's
behavior. But then why can't it be onceughbring it hereahhto go with the child's nameehwhat? Or get itúup everything you want! Well, no! That mtheno! Just learn that it isehnothing is free in let! If you want dühHengjHen, histize, vthegja seedthet on your stomach, or squat
as much as you want,Heyou will get it heretherni
avehdevelopment,ehand does not move a single step from
here. The three- or four-year-old dot shape, fleshy, you'll
still be fineHeke
hairúlittle boyúbut increasingly bitterly,ehand noiseed
squeezeHean sirdogthelt, then aprHehe just took his thumb in his mouth and
started sucking it as if it were sour candy. The mother felt deep in her heart that what she was doing
was not right, but she was still interestedHedHekivthenchisthega because of something in
this akehin an awkward positionHeeverything
turned out to be worsethesnthel. He picked up a stuffed
animal next to the changing table and likeHeit would have been a child to
caress, becehhe
started to make love, akther is
a babyHet. The little boy whimpersHe, winitHe, ftherewarding sirthelet's
slow downthen
began to calm down.Elehnk, kehksinughwith his eyesivtheNcsian
began to pay attention to the person who was sitting a few inches awayHeupHettet,
who jthefor exampleüssthellatthewith. Tehthet then attheI see themilove made is fake orúziHewould
it be Or athewiththeIs it okay to love just once?ugh,ehnon-existent tthereds,ehand clothesthezni is characteristic of certain peopleHeproperties?
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perhaps only because the real reality and the dream drugughfanttheziakehp at this age mehg"say
thatthek -, oneehand the same. Now the mother could finally feel like she was temporarily
in labor. He continues to watch patiently with a wolf's eye what he seems to be
interested in nowHedHe, kivtheyou're kiddingHelittle boyút, who is now nehcommonehzlthebrothell,ehsmtheam
starting to sleepehg tovthebbi is oneHefree
toehsfüggetlen
jthetehwhy is it?thewesttheba, hthetha can touch something that
her mother has forbidden her until now. The mother is also cunning, just like the little boy. Now
he's acting like he's insulting meHedHett would be that he is researching
something, his favorite is importantthetehkai kHerül. AwayHebb distorted face vtheg, then offújtya languageeht indicating that whoever took his toys
will definitely not have it so easy next timeugh,ehskehit's
a fun thing to do. Now it's the boy's turn to make amends once and for all.
He finally straightens up, still a little unsure, and hesitating when he leavesHesHerefthehe
learned to play, but at the same time tried to juggle balancingHeagainughmughvehsetehalso
taste tthetitanya. Ahther a barthetsthegos penguin kindly, noHebetHetheir
mother is therethejthebrings who mehg is always the bossústhegthelarkthewearsehand give him oneehrtehkes
noinametheltdHeand autoHebankruptcythet's
favorites kHezül. -Thank you sweetie! This is really nice! - acknowledges
the calmed down and now slightly more peaceful and harmonious parentHe, how
are youehgre sometimethethat's itehhis child also watches himthe,ehand not onlythelandHethe favorite jthetehhe is busy with kai. Your usual lunch will soon followHe,
then the quiet restHehave a nice time. Thisúhowever,
the childHec as
if jHeskehpessehwould have gek, mtheris jHeawayHeyou can guess that the quiet
one is restingHeit's
nothingehlye, because if momthejthefor me very muchHefeel like,ehand reviewthetomtheetc. settleúthe probability is highughsehge for going out for ice cream, or you
can get itehdessehget. Who lthetott mehg
such small children who do not imthedthethe chocolate bombthet, or the buttery krehwith what tHeltdHett
chocolate cakethet? The last time there was a big fuss about the chocolate
cake, because Tomi had to collect it in the hen cagesHean
eggthea lot, but for him tHebb than twelveHet
successfully successült
ripitytheon tHernie because it's so hotehmült
with the laceHehe
wants dniHecotHea lotHel. "Tommy!" Lunch! " the caring grandmother steps
in from the kitchenette outside. - Try to stay in there, because he'll be out
soonughl! For the mother, this is another signal, repeated to the
point of boredom, regarding the need for regularity andHebelisehbring to the degrees of gtheget used to it, childeht. I like it, I don't like it. "Then let's eat something delicious, honey!" he
kisses herHebb kehpageHel red
pulpthes, cheeksthejthet, then mehg one thing is certain, which gives the
forehead on a sure basistheon
too. ThenHeHe
gets itehsmthethe
kitchen is gallopingthewhat
the heckHett tühopelessehgben jthegreat
grandmother tooeht noHelna. The little boy's stubby neck mughmaterial,
barthetstheIt costs a lot, a bit
suffocating partedli. Nowadays, he gets fruit juice, but even that is more
pulpy, fruit pureeugh, westthepagethesabb vthebackgroundthet whichúgy nehz
out, as if someone is the oneughthere isiliasHedHet emehwould have done itthegivesthesul very badly. "You can eat now my love!" " the mother
carefully ties the partedli around the neck of the still calm and curious
child, already knowing the firstHe Het mintheetcHeyouehn
drops a seedthet.
But it's okay!Úgy is
also there. With all the love in the grandmother's heart, she tries to
accumulate the only one she can love more than anything elseHeI'm a
kidthejthet, thisehrt is so busy little tthewestehrefthet gyümHeetcürehmassthewith that fehlHethat's allehit will definitely not be kehto eat "Mom!" Why did you give him so much? This child
does not eat enough to eat all of this! You'd better take half of it back
already! - he protestsHere rtheinvehlHemother in tone. Nothing proves the grandmother's stubborn and determined
persistence better than thatHetthewestehrefthet is
also jHecsthen
againHewhat is thisúwith sült
with chicken legs,ehsjHefehpotato
chipsürehwith.
Then, when he feels that everything has calmed down, he begins to eat, and from
then on he eats diligently. The boy is goneHebb's mother and then her
grandmother expressehsehI'm learningthepush itehI am interestedHedHeI,ehand so muchehbut, bthegood
excuses for oneHelamthespark
that kehI think it's pointless to be angry with
him. The mother holds the little mughmaterial
behbullfight,ehsmtheris
scoops out a nyúlfarnyi
pürehta
kistthepagethebHel. Eqehst
wants mther quickly túto llel the egehnoehsi
procedúrthen,
which is almost never jHelvehgzHedni, mtheSrehszt tries to make sure that his little
son can get all the necessary and healthy food that he needsHedehsben lehvHesmall
organizationehfor
noüksehit
can be "Hey, sweetie!" With a spoon for mommy's sake! "
and he calls her as if the child is a little babyHethere would be someone who
doesn't knowehto
scareHenmagthetakülivethewith
The mughmaterial
evHespoon
awayHebb gyHengehden,
then always a little erHethe right begins to be more specializedHedHett fiújust
MrHembHelyded
nothejtheba, amig awayHebb-utHebb every püreht not
tughto
protestthewestehrbHel.THEm is the lastHeone Keht
bitethelittle boyúprüskHelHe, grimace vthegHeindicates with a face that kHesHenoehthis is itHela crapHeThat's itehg becomes mtheon. The mother makes one last, hopeless attempt to find out
who the child isHec for sure jHeDid
he change his mind, but the child mther
again mthewhere nehz. Exthemul
awayHebb on
the window, then wúetcHelittle pHeetcHem
bodyehwith the airHein,
as if doing gymnastics vehhe would
scream or just grab the ceiling. "I'm just tired, poor spy!" He played all day! -
answers the mother, who herself does not know whether she is looking for an
excuse or rather self-justification for herself. "Come on my sweet girl!" There's nothing wrong!
Lie down in a nice cold room, it will solve everything! - acknowledges the
grandmother, and then starts washing the unwashed plates to occupy herself
again, since the restHeit's mushytheg is
not for himHe. The young mother and the little boy return to the inner
rooms of the family house, satisfied and full of joy, where everything is
alreadyHethere
are kehsitve
to relaxHe, behkehand
restsehand let it begineht. The little boyúmehgis
incthebb is the Tesla plate numberthenoHetakes tútake possessionehand as
many noinametheltdHeand autoHebankruptcythet
onlyHehe could take so much rHefun timeHeunder those mtheris puts it on the turntable
and watches as the electronics automatically start spinning the dark black
disc. But now, instead of vinyl records, toy cars are spinning, turning on
their tiny wheels here and there, as if they were part of an endless,
predictable game... © 2023 Tasi83 |
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Added on May 5, 2023 Last Updated on May 5, 2023 Tags: contemporary, epic, short prose, prose short story, narrative AuthorTasi83Budapest, Budapest, HungaryAboutI was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as.. more..Writing
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