vf I arrived at my son’s house in a wheelchair, asking for somewhere to stay. He turned me away without hesitation. The next morning, I used an old card of my late husband’s I found in a drawer—and the bank manager shot out of his chair, whispering, “Ma’am… you need to look at this immediately.”
Vozík vrzal s každým odstrčením, kterým jsem procházela synovu cestu, a ten zvuk ve mně stále žije. Slyším to někdy…