It was a long time ago, when I was a kid, I met a girl at a pioneer camp. I liked her, I ran after her, we were 12 years old at the time.
I gave this pendant to this girl. We lived in different cities, there were no cell phones, and I was too lazy to write letters.
The summer ended, school began, and so I never met this girl again.
Life went on, I got married, then widowed, we were left alone with our son, I raised him on my own.
Last year my son was on a business trip in another city and met a girl there. The relationship was getting serious, and my son decided to introduce me to his fiancée.
And so we went together to a neighboring town where my son’s girlfriend lives with her mother.
The door was opened by a pretty woman, I immediately handed her flowers, but my eyes fell on her neck. Hanging around her neck was a painfully familiar carved pendant.
Of course, neither she nor I would have recognized each other, but it was the girl from pioneer camp that I liked so much as a child.
That summer we had two weddings at once, ours and our children’s.
