When my heart feel heavy I always think about her. Children miss my mother so much. Life has so many are tempted to make the mistakes, stumble. And mother always in my heart. Mother protect you when you weakest. Mom help me when I danger. In life there are just times when you help her mother fell into the ends of the pain only. In the meantime, you know, people you need most and the best for the world can only be a mother.
And who does it? Maybe we are just friends. I do not get the respect necessary to be able to live well from him. He also misunderstand a lot about human nature children. Between us was a lot about the almost impossible and fill out. Perhaps due to the living conditions and the growth of two very different from each other. Whatever you do for him is to him is just a small thing, that does not deserve respect only. Extremely small child in love and responsibility in his life. Perhaps he came to me just to enjoy a prize only. Now he was, his life looks like. Son does not know. We have lost touch with each other for so long. Rather, we have not kept in touch with each other.
I must admit the fact that we are different. Anyway, with grace will surely meet again. There are going to stay together parts. Something you always have to strive for is work. Is money. Work and money to help children live happy, happy, Mom.
Do not worry for me. Daughter mother truly mature already. But I'm going to do all the things I want. But where the human desire nothing more courteous? I will work hard to succeed quickly, Mammy!
Author: P. T. H
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