When my kitchen konkhrop ever lived with, but then my mother died of it I now I am 10 years old. But I'm leaving the teachings and many comments She is taught to my tenderness. She taught me a simple menu such as rice made with eggs cooked rice.She taught me as a person and that are important to my mother so much delicious craft rice a flavor that I can't find anywhere anymore, not that many.After that I was living with my father two people. My father have to work to earn money to feed their families so rarely have time to give me how much. But I understand my father so I help around the House, little. My father taught me the strong men alone, as life itself, because Daddy can't take care of me anytime. I must be strong all along, but my father to do menu, fish salad krapongoroi tried installing font 3 times. Maybe I was secretly jealous friend, another long weekend holiday with the family, our family, not like that very often, because the burden of their parents must do. Oh, I forgot to say that my father forgotten that, as a policeman. His work, it must be given time there both in the morning and at night alternately. He was so busy with the work a little bit, because when it's time to quit back home, my father just unwind after work. Daddy gave me a relaxing massage after work on a regular basis.
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