a meeting, or a walk, or the people I see at school, in the park, at a party or in a store ... I prefer the good and bad. I appreciate what you do well, and I want to shout from the rooftops. And get me wrong with what is not right, mourn me and makes me feel sick. It hurts to get hit a child. For the world allow us to use violence. Although it is a CHIRLA.
I'll tell you what I saw today. A lady with a little child, looking at a window of a store bags. His clothes were not very new, the car felt the child was given or inherited, her daughter had sandals with socks, and summer clothes. The girl carried a bottle of milk and was not noticed undernourished. Women's hair was pretty sloppy.
I wish I could tell what would you buy?. Do not know if I was looking much the bag, but ... could be. I saw myself reflected, because so often I like to have things I can not because I make way as urgent. I'm with your thinking (which I imagine) my child does not miss anything.
In life you will have to give up and settle. On balance, I hope that you pass as me. That every time I look at school, or up in the morning, or watch ... A FEEL HAPPINESS! and I make notes and tell them. Because there is no happier than to have them nearby. It was nice today to go to school and receive them look as if there was more than a week that saw them jaajaj. THANKS FOR THE HUG!
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