One day my mother, my sister, my aunt Mary and I went to Ohrid. There was a man who spent the day with us. I knew - my mother doesn't love my father any more. This thought didn't hurt my little heart, but I was surprised. I was about six years old at that time. I don't remember why, but we left Macedonia and went to live  in Australia with my father.
Those three years were the best years in my life. Now I am about fifty and for the first time in my life I feel free and happy. I have no obligations to serve to anyone, except to fulfill my daughter's needs.
Now I'll get back to my story.