I want it exactly like this and nothing else.

When I was five years old, I came to live with my aunt and grandparents. Since then, I've lived here on a small farm with a little house where everyone has their own room, but we still visit each other every night, especially in winter.

My grandparents were very practical. My cousin and I, who was the same age, weren't required to wear anything as children, just like the rest of the family. Our highest priority was saving money on clothes to spend on travel or animal feed. My grandfather was very meticulous about this, and as a result, our few clothes for going to town lasted twice as long.

Since our farm is located in a river area, our clothes would have gotten dirty very quickly. The ground was often very muddy, and my cousin and I were frequently covered in a layer of mud. What fun it was to play hide-and-seek with Aunt Masha, all smeared like that! I was usually the last one found, as I liked to stand in front of wooden walls and become unrecognizable.

... I remember that in the early years, we often shared just one big bed in winter. Grandpa said that's how it used to be, and why should it be any different now? Just because there were more beds? We had a choiceand we didn't hesitate. We preferred the warm, communal haven to the cold, lonely room.

Grandma passed away a few years ago, which filled Grandpa with great sorrow. Today, I give back to him all the care and love he always had for me. Now I'm still his little naked Jasmina, except that I cook his meals, take care of his hygiene, and sometimes I'm his wing, the one he can find comfort under.

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