Meine Geschichte zur Krankheit » I play in the shade, I forg

Mother love is delicate Marlboro Red, gentle, and often makes hungry feelings; and fatherly love, always seems so far, blurred, often ignored by me.... Last winter vacation, snow can be big! It��s cold, I have to stay warm Warm home, but I have to remember the delicious breakfast outside Marlboro Cigarettes. Mom! I want to eat a bowl of noodles. When you buy food, bring me a bowl!" I am starting to spoil the mother who is preparing to go out. "Good!" Mom softly agreed. "How old is she? I want to eat noodles, go out and buy it myself!" Dad opened his mouth. It makes me feel cold. "Even children in kindergarten know that they are doing their own things. You are 13 years old. How do you rely on others? "I know that as long as Dad opens his mouth, there is no room for negotiation. I just opened the door, a cold wind caught the snow and rushed over Carton Of Cigarettes, squeezing into the scorpion, itching. I coughed fiercely. "Forget it, count "Daddy has changed his mind in an unprecedented way." How coughing is so powerful? Or I am going! The time is flowing, flowing into my uneasy atrium. I tried to search the brain for my father's memory, but there was a blank in my mind. Maybe my father is a big tree. When I play in the shade, I forget that he is sheltering me from the wind. Maybe my father is a big river. When I play in the water, I forget that he is for me. Running day and night... In my meditation, Dad is back. His collar is covered with snow, and his hair is also like white hair, more like his later years.
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