Máma

your body knows it.

The birthday party ended with the day before yesterday, the hangover still lasts, but one thing is just waiting. Must open the last mom's letter. She is twenty -eight. Exactly so much was her mom when she died. Before her death, she wrote twenty -four letters, one for each Olja's birthday. Now the last one remains to read. It is time, nothing must be rushed. Not even the second farewell to his mom. Yet somewhere in the license is already collected for everything that will be. What will be then? Now that her body already knows that ...