When I was 14 years of age, there is a story that happens. Those who gave birth, I called my mother. She has nausea, vomiting, and at any time, and everyone heads muen in the House, I'm happy with what's going on through the 9 months it has added another family member had her as a woman, I'm more than I like and love again (envy) When she is grown up, everything that used to belong to her, I became. Whether it is the love from others, especially my mother, my sister, they care more than I care more interested in me and my sister crying because of the time he was a fierce, I fall because he said I was the elder. I must have a duty to take care of my sister. Then I do not understand the meaning of the father to the mother on the chest. I'll keep the mood a little., like a dog who heads one of the rotten walls.
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