Can you be my mom just for one day?” the boy asked hopefully.
The school auditorium buzzed with children’s voices. Kostya sat in the farthest corner, fidgeting with the sleeve of his worn sweater—the only decent one he found in his closet. The elementary school’s autumn festival always attracted many parent volunteers, and today was no exception. Around him, the festive chaos reigned—mothers in autumn coats bustled back … Read more