| Author:Def auth… CopyFrom:Site author Hits: UpdateTime:2008-7-3 14:01:51 |
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Mother, on the 50th birthday tomorrow. I feel like today's weather, rain Chenchen. The 50-year-old mother, as we do not have sons and daughters of the people at home can be a blessing for. I do not know what the mother's heart, and so desolate!
Called home last night and asked his mother have not received the money by mail, I have been known to put his mother's birthday remember correctly; have been recorded after a day! Fortunately, we where the custom is the birthday early in the day Blessing, only to the mother's birthday each year to send good wishes, otherwise, I will be more emphasis on the guilt!
Telephone hung up, the mood has been difficult to calm, a few days ago with good friends say the agreement calls for change must be obtained immediately! Not, can not keep up with his mother's birthday. Calls, the information, identify the cake, this phone can be sent to her mother, a heart drop. Finally, in her mother's birthday, I sent a special blessing, although not at home, but believe that today all the arrangements will allow the mother to understand her daughter's heart.
Should now be a friend to my family in the way! Bring hope is the mother of a surprise! Tonight and, in different parts of a friend called to send greetings to his mother and that her mother will bring another surprise! Only Weiyuan, Mother felt her daughter is different, and others sent to a different blessing!
All along, on the view that experience with others different. Seven months of birth, was born seven days after the mother left, the seven-year-old before the disaster immortality, is the mother of the infusion of hard and endless tears. In that era, decided to bring my birth mother's suffering. The naughty child, do not obey the scolded, beaten, Cici Du accompanied by a mother's tears. At that time, Aima is difficult to understand me, I was beaten pain, tears of the mothers have, grown up finally understand that disappointment is the mother of his daughter's tears! Daughter is only skin pain, the pain is the mother Heart!
Sitting in front of a computer, mind recall is the mother of the little notes from Didi, then injected into the intravenous drip as I can remember, injected into my life and never erase. . . . . .
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