Some half lifetime ago, my mom triumphantly entered this world.
After happy birthday on a piece of paper in Russian, we placed the bottle of perfume on top. Just before going to sleep.
I wake up, and I realize it's gone. And the house is silent. My mom's not here. Everyone is sleeping, so in a sense - no one is.
One dud of a surprise, isn't it?
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