Once my father came to me and started a conversation. "You know,- he said, - when your mother told me that she's pregnant I wasn't ready. I was just a 18-year-old guy. I was a kid when. And I told her that she should make abortion. She agreed. And... after 5 years I've found out that she lives in a small house with a child. That's my child. I knew that. So, I came over her place and... she's my wife now. I'm really glad to know that she didn't do what I was asking her to do. You're, - he smiled, - very smart and curious child. And, I'm sure, you'll be a Man, my son". And next day he died. He had cancer. And now I'm sitting in the cafe with my girlfriend. "I'm... pregnant, - she suddenly said. - I know, we're too young to have a child..." "Sweetheart, - I interrupted her, - will you marry me?" My father was right. I remembered his words then. You will be a Man, my son!
PS Ох, что-то мне подсказывает, что я перестаралась с количеством слов... PPS Эх, 177 слов...
