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- 2009.01.07 Wednesday
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- by marlll
With feelings of frustration, evasion also like to leave home, even the birds came to this place do not want to - the Songpan Aba. Although the head under a halo of beautiful: teaching those glorious. In fact, I was aware that I have not had any approach, had fled to that quiet place to put my heart of hearts were injured, and hopes that two years later, I went back to his hometown to live there is confidence.
The day of departure from home when the weather was very hot, like I feel like going to breath. Lin-year-old son to know I want to travel, but also join me to get up very early, and insisted on going to take me. To see from his eyes showing to give up and he did not match the age of depression, I am more broken heart to pain.
Suddenly I do not know they have to go, car sat and watched this for me to take care of the son to the store for me now to buy water and bread, the original thought had been done tears streaming finally flow out, I quickly turned his head, his son handed me water and bread, said: "Mum, this on the road to eat, you bag last night I also put a three apples," I watched him carefully, heart meditation : son, I am sorry! Her mother had not fulfilled the responsibility, not her mother do not you, my mother because I wanted a good love you, and therefore I must leave for some time.
Car started running, son of a sudden tears, he, after all, only old, over the past decade ever left my mother? Even in my extreme sorrow, he is also able to see me every day, or every day and my phone. I saw the car window vague, his son and his father followed by cars running together, I feel I'll be going to die, tears like the Levees Broke floods rush down and under the temperature 40 degrees Celsius in summer, I suddenly feel that they drop into the icehouse. At this moment, I really wanted to tell cars to stop, get off clinging to my son, told his mother not to go. But the car is still gone, I started my trip.
The day of departure from home when the weather was very hot, like I feel like going to breath. Lin-year-old son to know I want to travel, but also join me to get up very early, and insisted on going to take me. To see from his eyes showing to give up and he did not match the age of depression, I am more broken heart to pain.
Suddenly I do not know they have to go, car sat and watched this for me to take care of the son to the store for me now to buy water and bread, the original thought had been done tears streaming finally flow out, I quickly turned his head, his son handed me water and bread, said: "Mum, this on the road to eat, you bag last night I also put a three apples," I watched him carefully, heart meditation : son, I am sorry! Her mother had not fulfilled the responsibility, not her mother do not you, my mother because I wanted a good love you, and therefore I must leave for some time.
Car started running, son of a sudden tears, he, after all, only old, over the past decade ever left my mother? Even in my extreme sorrow, he is also able to see me every day, or every day and my phone. I saw the car window vague, his son and his father followed by cars running together, I feel I'll be going to die, tears like the Levees Broke floods rush down and under the temperature 40 degrees Celsius in summer, I suddenly feel that they drop into the icehouse. At this moment, I really wanted to tell cars to stop, get off clinging to my son, told his mother not to go. But the car is still gone, I started my trip.
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