I knew Rada since diapers. She grew up before my eyes. I remembered how Radka decided to escape with friends to go swimming in the river, and I—along with her mother—had to go look for that restless girl. Or how Radka knocked out her tooth by jumping from a swing. I could tell you a dozen such stories and more. For me, Rada was always just a girl from the next apartment, and for her, I was the older annoying troublemaker.
The years went by, life changed—until one day I had to return to my parents’ house, where I met Rada again. She changed, though the smile of a little rebel was the same. And she became very beautiful, embarrassed—just say the wrong thing, and she was “a little” pregnant. And this cheerful charming girl found herself in a difficult situation.