Father, give birth to us with great we are little children. My father had carried ever rearing was feeding of goodies. Is a Russian father. And love you for it is with a thin.Our relationship with the father not to separate, even through the rain passed through hot and cold to few seasons in the thin fiber never disconnected. I will provide shade, shelter protect us, like we are the stars twinkle, twinkle, Dad.Is beyond my love again until the end of time
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.Father is a short word that you all call accustom, but it is known that some people that the life origin, from small to grow up. Never see their father even pages.Their mother, as well as another me one, I was lucky enough to be born both father and mother. When I get down I'll encourage me always. Although may's only words that brief media out of words, but above all.You care about me when I'm crying. He comforted me, never to repeat this girl. To be hurt more. Even if you are tired from the obligation to support the family.Even life. He's ready to give, I remember a time in modern children well. Remember faces, smiles in his youth, father and birch stems that book of my father. Pain, at that time I didn't think you will never understand that.But now I know. I understand that what you do is good to me alone. I feel warm whenever I see the smile of my father. When returning from school and realized that the father is always with me, never leave me.
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