“I just want to tell good stories in ways that will shine a light on lives rarely seen on screen, because stories can push humanity forward.” Nia Dacosta Today it is already a year I lost my most precious person in life…I don't know how I lived a year, without any feelings, any goal and any aim in mind without her. I remember my childhood, wandering around our village with my siblings not knowing what is pain and grief. It was the most wonderful days with kind and warm atmosphere with members of our family. We are six siblings and we are all different from our appearance and character. My elder sister was responsible for us most of the time when we were kids. I remember her being ready for everything to protect us from anything and anybody. When she became 19, she left us as she married and after her my another elder sister got married in a year. So we continued living with our rest members of family. My father was a Russian teacher at school. He liked his job very much and was passionate about teaching young generation. At that time, he also was a good photographer beside his job. One by one we got married, I just lived more with my parents as I was studying at the university. I didn't want to leave my parents, but it is a destination that one day girls leave their own house. So I started my own life in another family having a good mother-in-law and with supportive husband. Now I have a son and a sweet daughter.I live near to their house and I have more chance to visit them often. One day I came from school to see my mother. Now I looked at her and remembered how beautiful and strong she was when we were there with her. She looked tired and sick, her sparkling eyes had a sad vision. She was ill but she didn't know about that at all. Every time when she had a flu or any kind of disease she never complained and didn't go to the doctor as well. I threw my bag and took her hand. Her face became pale and she could not breathe easily. I forced her to go with me to the doctor but she refused and said that the room was stuffy and now she felt better. It was an hour and I saw her smile again, the smile which I cannot exchange for anything in the world. She made me to go back to my house thinking about my children and family. I couldn't say no and had to leave her for a while. I rushed my house, took my children and came back to her to say for a night. She was on cloud nine seeing her grandson and granddaughter and we spend a night with her. When it was time to sleep, I couldn't sleep at all as I was thinking about my mom's health. I observed her face, her wrinkles, her grey hair after so much hard works and patience towards difficulties during her life. I felt her breathe again, it wasn't normal and I understood that something is wrong with her. I couldn't sleep that night and it was early morning. I waited the Sun to raise and when she woke up I prepared breakfast for us. I asked my father about that, but he was old and couldn't hear her breathe. I decided to take my mother to the hospital and she agreed. We went there and the doctor said that she should stay here a week. I brought every necessary thing for her and entered to her room. There were 2 other women with her. When I entered I saw her smile again… she was happy chatting with other women, no one could say that she was ill. The doctor said that there is something wrong with her heart and he couldn't guarantee her health but we couldn't believe because some doctors had a habit of exaggerating. I came here three times a day to see how she feels and she looked good. She stayed here for a week and then we took her to our house. She was happy being at home and decided to make a palov as she knew that I liked her palov very much. We did it together and I stayed a night here again hugging my mom tightly. Then in the morning I had to leave her as the school started and I rushed to work. I called her several times and she said that she is feeling well. A week passed after her stay at hospital. Everything seemed to be OK and we lived again as we did. But the doctor said to consult once a week and we decided to go there with my mom together. It was Sunday and I was free from school. From early morning I wanted to see my mother and asked my husband to go. But I had tons of house works to do and I decided to visit her on Monday morning. I prepared my clothes, ironed all clothes of my kids and my husband and went to sleep. How many hours I could sleep I can't remember, I was awoken by a ring of my phone. I saw it was call of my father. I trembled and took his phone, wanting to hear that I should hurry to the doctor because today it was consulting day after a week. But his voice was different, different at all, he couldn't utter a word some time and after breathing heavily he said that I lost my mom…I lost…I lost the Value of my poor life…