Subscribewhen I did not understand the meaning of tired that
I know,
I should be better
I still want to talk about my past time in
which no-man's-body like the face has no ears no longer ashamed and did not care to hear people around
what a dark life?
fall?
not!
is about the struggle
imagined when I was herding the sun amid the vast prairie without the invisible boundary lines until the end of the dar end there is only me, cows and grass
then I was a kid ..
the age of 8 years ..
I dare to fight in the meadow itself
I have a friend and my friend is a cow
when the sun was directly above my head
I accidentally slept on bare ground facing the sky and sun glare grin of his would-ray
I've always enjoyed this scene and
I love the blue sky fog sometimes lumps like a doll
God, when I could fly to the sky?
What is not there a beautiful place but in this prairie ..
god .. what this world was just me and the cow? Why
I have never seen a crowd in my entire life
remember that time when his mother told me to my garden and put on dry reeds piled mother thought it was luck that the baby could be sleeping soundly that you know what? grass is dry pig house ... mother shed tears to see me was sound asleep on the grass
reminded of my elementary school ..
then I was new I loved the teacher will be photos with me to
tell my mother! "mother I'd photograph my report cards for the end of this year ". he said "look like it would in the picture ?
I paused and muttered "
god if I was not worthy as other children?
I still remember my father saying
I was a small mirror in front of her hair, looking at the Scaly-breasted my dad said "owalah nduk-nduk..koe ko dadi anak elek dewe" ..
"father what I that bad?
father just smiled and makes my hair a mess and then go back .. I looked at my hair in front of the mirror while holding my nose I murmured "god I hope someday I grew up I became a beautiful woman
what the meaning of the holidays for you?
having fun
it goes for you not for me
it was a holiday period is an appropriate time to work
9-year-olds working in the garden with her father and brother took the palm fruit is harvested and brought heavy?
sure ... tired, tired, tired .. no my struggle in kamus ..
I miss mom's father ..
now they work to support me here
in the city here is full of this facility
I know they are sick while on ignore but life is a struggle and struggle is an option
I still remember the time
I left there I just mom and dad ..
we sell the cucumber and pare the results of our little farm sold only enough to buy a tin of milk
father gave me milk to boil the cucumber then he left us at dusk eat stew cucumber and father shed tears while giving a glass of milk to me and He said, "son you do not want to live hard to fight for your happiness!"
at the time I graduated from elementary school
I hope to vacation parting with friends and other teachers,
but said she 'son what you really want this holiday?
I was nodding
My mother passed away in sadness
seen from the mom came home carrying a plastic package
I was happy to see the mother came home she said "this kid money for this separation and your lunch. I shook my head
I know his mother sold the necklace to get the money
I refused to take the mother 'mom ' I lost my mother was afraid one day .. what else had to leave the mother in trouble ..
I had to redeem the necklace mother's
mother does not want anymore, my mother bought a thick blanket of money ..
then I cried when my father sold the cow to
cow's favorite college tuition sister
mother's said: "wealth is not everything, treasures can be found sincerity would be better for something much better.
many bitter memories for me that is sweet
I Remember this beautiful story of life is a struggle and the choice is the choice to strive for in life
Graduation Day ..
I'm glad my dad .. .. mom came to see me out of the building .. my father's mother hugged and said "Your son is still a long struggle ".
Continue your choices in life with persistent struggle
I always remember things like that
I feel my father's mother was the inspiration of life strong enough
I miss them ..
Note :
sorry if the mess in English because I'm not too fluent in english: D
I know,
I should be better
I still want to talk about my past time in
which no-man's-body like the face has no ears no longer ashamed and did not care to hear people around
what a dark life?
fall?
not!
is about the struggle
imagined when I was herding the sun amid the vast prairie without the invisible boundary lines until the end of the dar end there is only me, cows and grass
then I was a kid ..
the age of 8 years ..
I dare to fight in the meadow itself
I have a friend and my friend is a cow
when the sun was directly above my head
I accidentally slept on bare ground facing the sky and sun glare grin of his would-ray
I've always enjoyed this scene and
I love the blue sky fog sometimes lumps like a doll
God, when I could fly to the sky?
What is not there a beautiful place but in this prairie ..
god .. what this world was just me and the cow? Why
I have never seen a crowd in my entire life
remember that time when his mother told me to my garden and put on dry reeds piled mother thought it was luck that the baby could be sleeping soundly that you know what? grass is dry pig house ... mother shed tears to see me was sound asleep on the grass
reminded of my elementary school ..
then I was new I loved the teacher will be photos with me to
tell my mother! "mother I'd photograph my report cards for the end of this year ". he said "look like it would in the picture ?
I paused and muttered "
god if I was not worthy as other children?
I still remember my father saying
I was a small mirror in front of her hair, looking at the Scaly-breasted my dad said "owalah nduk-nduk..koe ko dadi anak elek dewe" ..
"father what I that bad?
father just smiled and makes my hair a mess and then go back .. I looked at my hair in front of the mirror while holding my nose I murmured "god I hope someday I grew up I became a beautiful woman
what the meaning of the holidays for you?
having fun
it goes for you not for me
it was a holiday period is an appropriate time to work
9-year-olds working in the garden with her father and brother took the palm fruit is harvested and brought heavy?
sure ... tired, tired, tired .. no my struggle in kamus ..
I miss mom's father ..
now they work to support me here
in the city here is full of this facility
I know they are sick while on ignore but life is a struggle and struggle is an option
I still remember the time
I left there I just mom and dad ..
we sell the cucumber and pare the results of our little farm sold only enough to buy a tin of milk
father gave me milk to boil the cucumber then he left us at dusk eat stew cucumber and father shed tears while giving a glass of milk to me and He said, "son you do not want to live hard to fight for your happiness!"
at the time I graduated from elementary school
I hope to vacation parting with friends and other teachers,
but said she 'son what you really want this holiday?
I was nodding
My mother passed away in sadness
seen from the mom came home carrying a plastic package
I was happy to see the mother came home she said "this kid money for this separation and your lunch. I shook my head
I know his mother sold the necklace to get the money
I refused to take the mother 'mom ' I lost my mother was afraid one day .. what else had to leave the mother in trouble ..
I had to redeem the necklace mother's
mother does not want anymore, my mother bought a thick blanket of money ..
then I cried when my father sold the cow to
cow's favorite college tuition sister
mother's said: "wealth is not everything, treasures can be found sincerity would be better for something much better.
many bitter memories for me that is sweet
I Remember this beautiful story of life is a struggle and the choice is the choice to strive for in life
Graduation Day ..
I'm glad my dad .. .. mom came to see me out of the building .. my father's mother hugged and said "Your son is still a long struggle ".
Continue your choices in life with persistent struggle
I always remember things like that
I feel my father's mother was the inspiration of life strong enough
I miss them ..
Note :
sorry if the mess in English because I'm not too fluent in english: D
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