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yxfbbiedtj · Wysłany: Wto 20:37, 15 Mar 2011

The eyes of a fish of the sea

To, and you have been so quiet sleep. Did not look at my last look. I firmly believe that family members must exist between the telepathic. Because ever since that day in the morning start, I kind of disaster will doom fear. Ward is white, bed is white. The sheets cover your body is white. When I stumbled onto your side to be led, one can see you under the white sheet, I suddenly realize - you are going to die! Should be like normal people talk about that dead! Me the flew to you. While struggling to shake with your skinny body. Side of See you there was no response, I frantically snapping with their fingers to your eyes, so naive as to think that as long as the distraction of your eyes you can see me, you will not die. You are very weak. So that it can no longer see his eyes flutter open to you screaming in pain, I burst into tears. I really can see that there was a large tears. Very slowly from your eye closed to flow out slowly flow into your ears. Until today, I-tO_,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], do not understand. How did you do last vestiges of strength to fight, so feebly moving his hand, covered it in my hand gently hold your left ... ... This is my last one to leave this world action. Five two years old when I was diagnosed with cancer you have, I will be at least 8 years old until you die, your hard earned working hard and making a full 6 years. In 6 years, what you really suffer the pain of going through the torment of what it is my imagination so far can not match. If a person is in prime health is not always able to think of their dead exposed Jue E} excluded the day, it is always a distant day, went over a long period of history. However. You are different. Black and white when you hand the condition of buildings clearly written diagnostic report, will undoubtedly see one on the end of his life. At that time you just thirties suffering how great the 7 major surgery and several more times after the radiotherapy and chemotherapy,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], take away your health and have a very impressive style, but at a later date in the tempered optimism of your indomitable will and spirit. I know you have tough, had to be optimistic. Because. You and me. You then just turned two years old, saying do not understand, way to go unstable when the daughter of ... ... Mom, I can remember for a long time in the future. I do not know that you are patient,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], then I do not see your mother and others, what is the same place. How successful you are a mother ah! You gave me and everyone else's childhood, and my head is on the sky, you have crippled life in its fight with the disease after you have left an amount not much energy as I hold up to the. Leave your day longer because of your lack of life in the emergence of the larger cracks, the more I miss you. I found himself a good husband, but stirring spoon in a pot every day. Sometimes there will be finally in sight. Quarreled made after the fire. I have a very hard very literally stormed out. However, standing in a long time wandering the streets late at night, but I do not know where to go. From small to large, those who only complain to his mother's mind was gradually one by one I overlooked in the past,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my heart has become rough. Mother,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I am not worried about their own, but the fear of affecting her daughter's growth. For example, children used to say Now I'm not in front of me like a baby. When she furry little head into my arms when drilling. I always looked panicked. Tell me how to do it. Mom! To your wisdom and courage. I know how to live their entire life, can be considered ~ how to live life to the good? The answer tell me, whether in the dream. In the wind. Or six in the rain ... ... I put down the phone. Out the window. The sun was constant along the path to the sky sea. The touch of golden light in the last one painted on the window. Distant bursts of melodious Geshao, a group of pigeons passing a beautiful arc and rapid flew far away ... ... From the . . . . .