Can you be my mom for just one day?» the boy asked hopefully.
The school auditorium buzzed with children’s voices. Kostya sat in the farthest corner, fiddling with the sleeve of his worn sweater—the only decent one he could find in his closet. The elementary school’s autumn festival always drew many parent volunteers, and today was no exception. The festive chaos reigned around—mothers in autumn coats bustled back […]
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