On the warmth, sitting with him, the old father, the bitterfree's bitterness of papaya flowers, watching the pitted face because of my sun's rain and sunshine, I found it hard to describe. Do not know what in this world is lucky like me? 0:00 / 4: 11 years of the demand of the time visiting the house, so on the morning, when I still dreamed in the warm blanket, I heard the sound My brother called: - Labbing breakfast me! Every time I heard the voice calling as a father voice calling your daughter, I ran up. Just sitting with him, eating a hot bowl of hot noodles I just blamed: - Why not let me get up to cook for me. I laughed and said: - Seeing her sleep well. With you again older, there is less sleeping
. It is also strange every day with how much worry, the pressure in life I often insomnia but every time I go back to my father's small house and my brother, I'm again Sleep is very delicious. My brothers are poorer near a armor. He was tall and eight burly, handsome
And I am a premature child who misses the parents' plans, the baby is sufficient with enough disease in humans. Perhaps I survived were also thanks to the love of taking care of his parents and his brothers. In childhood years, when my father was working away from home, she was busy and she was busy all day with a bunch of accounting books of a construction company, at my house, I had a father, and my mother was both you. The sick kid, saily, thin, I five months were grown up right on his warm back and day when she was listening to Ru's words made by the voice while broke, Holy husky of that big son. His arms were always the most smooth cradle for me to overcome sick days with sleeping sleeps. The months of white rice levels are less than Bo Bo noodles, he loves me with a child who burns to eat so it is always in his pants. In order to take care of me. The picture is printed deep in the childhood memories I am the high shape of always waiting for me in the school gate in the winter-winter dimensions. Just see that shadow in the late afternoon, I felt extremely warm. I just took me and asked him to ask for everything
And I kept holding my hand tightly to tell the story, the class, but walked throughout her childhood. My brother is always quiet to get me the disadvantage to all the best for you. In the early 90s, when four children turned into college, in professional, the food, a heavy knight on his father's shoulder. He quietly asked for troops, abandoned the road of soldiers, giving up the floating islands, the island sank where the Trường Sa waved, goodbye to the people of the years of attachment to return to their parents to raise their children . Then when we left the small house, busy with social work, reeling in the loaf of rice, it was only left to him early on the small garden, day and night For old parents. New graduation day, the teacher's salary is too tight, afraid of the sister at some time the difference will give up the noble job. He always encouraged, spasmed, saving each coin to send me. Many times to hold the coins that penetrate his sweat, I cried. He laughed again: - Now he raised her later the old man she raised him. Time to accidentally quietly drifted. Now he was older, I was no longer young. I'm still a teacher where the mountains are far away, the Tai Tai still has nothing but white chalk and I haven't raised you yet. The harsh life made me no longer a careful girl but every time he returned to him, returning to the old father I always had a small feeling. At that moment, I like to be doing, like to get a small hose to cook small food dishes. I miss every small idea. Every time I returned to the city he told his wife to prepare him to cook the sour rib soup or make the flower papaya fry eggs. He often told his wife: - She likes to eat those cruel dishes, but it's busy going throughout the day I can't do it. Sometimes it comes back, cooking it with a warm and warm rice tray, sitting with you, the old father, the bitterfree and the bitter taste of papaya flowers, watching the pitiful face because of your sunshine rain I found the description. Don't know what in this world is lucky like me? Someone who had nearly 50 years old still was still controlled by his brother to eat and remember each of my hobbies from the day of the baby. No one can choose where I was born and I was too. I found myself lucky to be born in a family not much money but filled with love. My brother is just a soldier, a normal farmer but with me he always is a warm sky. . Dịch vụ:
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