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From the author: I suggest using this story for parents who do not know how to explain to their adopted children where they came from. Children do not need to lie in such cases; it is enough to present the truth in a fairy-tale form, adding more and more real details as the child grows up. The wood crackled in the fireplace, spreading a sweet and warm Christmas aroma throughout the room. Near the fireplace, in a large velor chair, two people were sitting - a mother and her little son Sashunya. Holding his mother’s waist tightly with his tiny arms, Sashunya pressed his head to her chest and looked at the fire. Mom stroked his hair tenderly and carefully and thought about something of her own - fabulous and magical. - Mom, where did I come from? - Sasha suddenly asked very seriously, looking into his mother’s eyes as if he was already an adult and understood everything. Mom was not surprised by this question. She had been waiting for him for a long time, and she already had the answer ready. Now that Sashunya himself asked her about this, it was time to tell his son the story of his origin. And mom began her story..."The King and Queen lived in one large, beautiful and cozy palace. They had recently gotten married and loved each other very much. There was a law in their kingdom: all kings and queens who lived in love and harmony valued and understood each other, received a wonderful miracle from God as a reward. This miracle made the lives of kings and queens even happier, and their love became even stronger. But sometimes it was not so easy to receive it. in the palace of the king and queen. This happened with the heroes of this story. The King and Queen were waiting for the Universe to send them a Miracle, and their palace would be illuminated with a magical and pure light. The Queen baked pancakes with cherry jam, and the King made toys for them from wood. room of the little Miracle. But time passed, and there were still two of them. Every day they prayed, and every morning, getting out of bed, they expected to see their long-awaited, so beloved Miracle in front of them. And yet they went to have breakfast with cherry pancakes alone. One day the queen could not stand it, fell to her knees, and in tears turned to Heaven: - Dear Heaven! We are really looking forward to the Miracle and we really miss it. The king and I love each other so deeply that our love is enough for three. When will it appear in our palace - our Miracle? Then a voice came from heaven, quiet and gentle, like a fresh spring wind: - Continue to believe and love each other, and then a Miracle will come into your life. It is already on Earth, all you have to do is find it. The next day, the King and Queen locked the palace and set off on a long journey in search of a miracle. They drove along narrow paths, dark forests, the trees in which grew so close to each other that even a small piece of blue sky could not be seen behind the branches - only eternal night, only eternal darkness. Then they walked through snow-covered fields in the winter cold, leaving their royal carriage in the dark forest, because its wheels were entangled in thorny bushes and even the King could not free them. After the snow-covered fields, chilled and wet, they came out into the hot sun. Their clothes immediately dried and the King and Queen were finally able to warm up, but their joy did not last long. The sun was so burning, so merciless that they barely made it through this hot, sultry section. Their clothes lost color and shape from long wanderings, their skin turned from white to gold, and their feet were trampled into blood. Only their eyes remained as clear and pure. Not once during the entire journey did the King and Queen have a desire to turn back - to their luxurious, cozy palace. They always went forward, and believed that no matter what trials they faced, a wonderful reward awaited them - their Miracle. Finally, the King and Queen saw in front of them a small two-story house, in the courtyard of which apricot trees were blooming. A woman was sitting on a bench at the entrance to the house and smiling at the approaching travelers. - Greetings, good people. We you.