Lots of great happiness when I was two from non-existent on this planet, but then I discovered Happiness around every corner, the village, in the hands of a newborn, the bar young, the elderly ... Happiness only playing hide and seek with people who think you are the most unhappy earth!
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I remembered the promise I choked her sad fate in the evening three years ago ...
I appreciate his bedside stood, looked pans blood on bed sheets that patchy as broken heart, breathing messy and violent spasms. My legs were numb, do not lift a single step and then suddenly it incited ignored, distorted certainty. I collapsed, uninterrupted tears itself was never rough surface and a dry sense of gradually occupy my flesh.
The white blouse shirt around, I could only look through the crevice mother. Shut your eyes, matted with blood pouring crimson nose and fingers and toes pale ... I sat motionless, sobbing and sobbing painfully loud in her embrace. She clasped me in your heart, pull the skirt wiping my tears: "Hold! Do not cry! Mother is no longer brothers and sisters ... I'll take care of you at school, do not learn what you think. Do not ... cry ... again ... ". A few last words she screamed faintly, her breath was clinging moss and hugged her to marry me, two tears rolled down ... Oh, that image ... also happened when I was barely 4 years old, crying roaring requires three middle of the night blizzard drum: "They carried her three sisters ... where are you going? ". She hold me up, repaired rim quietly mourning and not a word. That year, she was nineteen. The past is dim dim, depressing old again covered up now, turn out in the other a traumatic past.
The doctor said you need to talk privately with my uncle. My eyes stared at the two men then walked out the door, do not listen for anything but I felt extremely scared. I vaguely heard the doctor's words, "Lo for her baby ...". He turned to look at me, a gaze full of bitterness and grief ... Then I realized naive. My hands pressing on the chest, throat numb ... I do not play out inarticulate words. Heart lingered in his chest beats ever patchwork miserable ... but it does not have my heart cold snow cam. Much later, my uncle told us to take the wall that night the doctor said, "She did not survive ... Let's move to let her go peacefully in their homes. Equipment in the hospital to help her only a few hours left to live alone but have to suffer so much ... "
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Two weeks before admission the mother, the mother and siblings delighted when I announce to college. I forget my mother's radiant smile, I forget why her joy when he promised to give my 18th birthday ... I forget why many other beautiful things, fun times, multiplying everything multiple times collapse in a heartbeat and I believe for the first time, "I know I lost my mother / a loss sky" but was the second time I lost the most precious person in my life injuries. Yeah, I used to be a fatherless boy, now orphaned mother again ... From now on all relevant paperwork I have to write like that. At that time, I hurt.
My mother's grave was half-built, then my brother's illness old hospitalized for abuse. Wrong reverse my clothes burned away a little mother, my sister still tears in his eyes, sat at the threshold zeal, anxiety ... The situation you're pretty good health, doctors to go home. My sister to take care of his early day, busy worried about her husband, calculate the amount of runs we borrow mom's funeral and prepare my stuff for school. She promised to give me a decent college ... In fact, the thirty-three-year-old sister.
After day 21, her mother died, I retired from the beloved house through Can Tho admission. She took me to the hostel, arranged blankets and reminding all that: "In the long long ago learned to listen not go home, the care of his sister and nephew ...". She shoved for 500,000 sheet and rushed me to leave, she seemed to cry ... I stood there watching her ball lost in the car line up and down ... my heart suddenly cramped, one that lost wedged helpless. Right that moment I promised from the depths of my heart: "I have learned so kind and powerful life. Maybe you will cry for the grief struck, but for a moment, I will wipe your tears because you know in this world there are many unfortunate people than I, she assured okay! "
May Day vibrate rapidly away, then my diary pages also thicker sad, bittersweet. Sometimes alone, I sadly recalled her promise. I love her, she just said injured by his selfless love: "I'm shy thinking about dropping out of school. I loved to learn as hungry quiet region between the crowded city. She was suffering a lot because of me ". Throughout my life I know how much you owe! Perhaps because of my stubbornness refuses to quit school so she labored very staunch, great-grandchildren worry for my pennies.
The lone country house countryside, missing parents but still shadow memories wrapped carefully in your heart, the love between my brothers and sisters much tighter, more deep. Also by my sister cleverly patched pieces seemed happy crumbled, spoilage should immediately dive into mark ... although still leaning, but happily under bright blue sky with her. This year, thirty-six years old ... her face darkening pigmentation, calloused hands, cracked heels and closed toes alum haunting me, haunting strings throughout the long day ahead in my life "Sorry sister, I fear selfish ignorant. I owe you, dear sister meager subsistence for the welfare of the child she was going to school poetry ... ".
I had no luck born into a family full of love of parents, I have no life as happy as other children ... But, I'm happy ones always sheltered me, I'm happy for helping friends, love me and I'm happy because Chi-patch workers happy in my life without my own happiness membrane.
Lots of great happiness when I was two from non-existent on this planet, but then I discovered Happiness around every corner, the village, in the palm of infant, youth, the happy elderly ... just playing hide and seek with people who think you are the most unhappy earth!
