Today I want to touch upon a rather important topic that bothers me. It will be about children who were raised by only one parent. Sometimes we see single mothers in our lives. For various reasons, fathers leave families and the burden of responsibility for raising their child until the age of majority (at least) rests with the mother’s fragile shoulders. I - am such a child. I was raised on my own by my mother, who was very young at the time of my birth. I do not know my father at all. He decided not to take part in the life of our family. Yes, yes, it’s a family, because, despite the absence of one of the members in it, my mother and I did not cease to be a family. On the contrary, our couple has become stronger, stronger and friendlier than anyone could have imagined in a full-fledged family, where both parents are present. My mother is a heroine. She was able to give me warmth, love, care, upbringing, tenderness in a double volume. She never once gave me reason to think that I was growing up in some kind of “not that” family. I never felt deprived and never needed the appearance of someone third in our family, because my mother did everything so that I would grow up a happy child. Mom, I love you.