понедельник, 9 марта 2015 г.

My mother

My mother, for me, a rey of sunshine in the darkess. She always helped me. She was next to me. My mom loves me and my family. She was worried about me when I was sick. She cares about me and brother. She is the one for which I learn. For the sake of it I smile. She smiles for me. We argue who loves. She is everything to me. We love our family.

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