Where is the filial mother?

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Black guy happy mom is probably just beginning now, when she has kids pride is the greatest happiness in life. Do not look to go away, right around her happy, sir, listen with heart and eye observations of the first.

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It lumpy tissue to get up, dust ourselves off, looked at me with plaintive eyes, then hugged basket, stowed on the map, burned away. It used to it. About to pull the gate it huddled bundle of straw covered with a shoeshine box and ample inside. Hear it drag sandals on her porch, frail mother sat up, whooping and they whispered:

- Back then it huh? Hang out until the new so who ever you are? You can not imitate him you do everything for the soul and bring money home to Mom?

He walked away with his back to the room was silent.

- Hey, the other guy, standing pat, children with one, truth is whatever tastes!

It's tucked into the two text disloyalty, awaiting her when she did not notice the surreptitious groping a money jar, tucked into the odd coin was crumpled, and then crept back to where it called Kitchen attic room. When you're done, it relieved gush then went to sleep after a long and tiring day.

It is the third born of poverty, but it bran removed it with her mother on the street somehow, and then heard everywhere abandoned tickle tickle butter wherever that original home, rough helpless, until now no dare to the village, shame. It's sick mother or child, but also staunch the years, the wind left hemiplegia, must be located in one place, sometimes dragging the markets are at home lottery and then stretched so painful. It had a guy over 6-year-old big brother, now also 17, 18 something, left home early to do business, said business is going well, but that's all extra wandering in the land of the lake rough, rubble three months on mother once put less money is not enough to cover and go, so that went well differentiated, in a unique compliment to the mother.

It was from a small little boy said, fighting back or call people worthless entire school, every bottle sullen face many battles to be verbally abused, insulted, 10 year old, but it looks very conceited, hair grows hard jagged, black trash, calluses, clothes always dirty lakes cleaner. Yesterday morning always going to come home late at night, go home and then roll out sleeping. Relatives and neighbors who do not like it, it does not do anything in the village through the neighborhood but did not hang out with anyone, it's nowhere to be found all day unseen, who asked what I have not said it, the surface should stretch everyone hates. Today it is only now am I about two or three times and go, over to watch when there is no mother, moi little money in the jar and then hiding spend, it stood out to dissuade him, then it was hands down the offense, dredging nearly all the money he threw it back a little for it, but floss erosion:

- You take a prescription drug that goes to your mouth a bit, just babbling like Don alone dear ones!

Then he turned to leave it, it tumbled under vacuum tight hug, he was kicked out it was rushed to embrace him it does not let go, he kicked it so hard it makes it a belly hugging look with eyes rolling growled.

- He mixtures, dumb guy, you do not have good hold me, flashed me a lie Leu fractures.

He ran out the gate and then it disappears after village bamboos, it hugs the belly sit up picking up dropped coins into the jar single mother arrived at the gate, standing pat cough do is re-present it as pain suddenly passing as black li recovery. Look at him holding jar of money on hand, few coins fell out, his mother grabbed the tire iron to see quite a lot of money with travel, redheads eyes and her mother howl, grabbed a broom hitting it really forces a corner:

- Rude boy, you get money back at the day she went to play there? All day to do something that was not bad habits theft, with the child, do not you imitate him, can you?

He bent down to help move did not dare cry, tears in their eyes.

Sunny up.

His teaching clicking cup of tea and sat waving fan he enjoyed carpentry of wood, seated beside his mother, two people looking out towards the distant, teacher suddenly he spoke:

- I just wish I had been as a child only Grandma Black guy, so I have no affinity with numbers, she was not home alone children

- What Infertility Division thee, multiple clusters teacher guilty to no application.

He chuckled teachers:

- No. I type the first child only a husband but she is not worthy of man.

His mother passed hummed as remembered for what she asked:

- The Black guy is what he said I do not know that guy.

It dropped the broom and sweep the field and huddled picked up, he found himself smiling teacher looking at it and then looked at his mother thought out way too

- Kid's range as her only child, very carefully whereabouts it is, it's in the village, but the village people also know it's not the same village, to make place to wander. Must the industrious, diligent work on women always watch for those he took his uncle's side meager money, it's good but quiet, everyone was so industrious merchants.

Shit hit the thigh of Bangladesh:

- Yes it's me, your son of the master, sir, but as the guy is just so full of that sullen walk winds theft here, too.

His teacher looked at it, the black skin with little red trash:

- That said, I am the guilty but for the boy's black, which looked very pious, always knew just stared and then on to her money, she heard him on the head once again holding it for the cake it also not because the film was done by the mother to be.

His mother sat and chuckled thinking, his teacher sip tea and shook his head:

- Crime ... the guy.

Black guys up early to wrap to the next village, where it can be Black, but it den da trash should we call it. It's little smile but laugh every time is see it all in the spring. Today the village so it does not have to wait for the cow they hit it off traffic, glaring chief punches it back to him and patted his head as familiar ones:

- You are saying very little you and somebody else, but that I hurt, I have delivered the best. But I hear you say why are you not saying much, not socializing, people hated.

He bent down and hummed sand also known:

- I do not have three

- What? What did you say? I do not hear clearly.

- Sir ... I do not have three. Young village hit me hit me evil would come too, if I say more, the explanation of the third side is just a lie ... But I fear I yelled at them again, they must sin.

It's warm memories like crying. Mr. Head has stunned gaze steam it. "But that thinking too small. Life does not have time to squeeze it all my life but it's all mixed up. "He looked teary limbs chopped its blood and put it top of the cake, the motor on.

Brick collapsed on top of it, broke his leg trying way, it does not go well shambles, the whole village, but it concerns everyone just laughed, said his mother, then waited groping home late.

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His mother was cooking it on to see the use of firewood trees smashed straight into the legs. It falls rubbed, face turning colors, purple and stood up, his mother sword sword:

- You no longer home to coffee again, did you? Today they eat off me, please.

It got into the heart chamber away crying.

It makes fever, he believes it was caught by police rushing back, his mother cried tears down their grievances, then why is it sin to have sex do not replace it then to rumors he barked. Back home, it was his only teacher disappeared waited.

- I'm suffering, my teacher, two children none of them all that matters!

He shook his head teacher:

- Many women are suffering and blinded mistake too many times I'd wake her up in manners that are not, but what you should not look at the appearance.

He holds her hand teaching it to the next village, the house was under construction and there is progress limp boy carrying bricks bundle, Black guys, it is her child.

There are many people who lost their happiness with the undue prejudice. It seems that it was wrong in the eyes one sees, as to the concepts always exist, obscures the many values ​​that if you have time, if the reception would be happy of my life . Black guy happy mom is probably just beginning now, when she has kids pride is the greatest happiness in life. Do not look to go away, right around her happy, sir, listen with heart and eye observations of the first.



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