My Mother

My Mother
He is a strong woman I've ever kenal.setiap hope his words are precious to me, every sacrifice of his labors is no reply from me and every heartbeat is a way to get something that can make small kluarga survive without his angel ... how I want to kneel and loose ma tears under your feet, begging without a blessing from heaven that you say never open .... but why eat, why this step is so hard to reach heaven, until now I want to repeat the past with ma beautiful, a story of the past that will always recorded in my memory ... spoiled nan hung above your lap while listening to a story that probably could not understand at that time .. until my eyes finally fell asleep and come to the heaven when it ...