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22.05.2020 03:43
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Perhaps I am the least prone to coquettishness among my daughters. Whenever my mother says something to me, I feel that my hair is standing upright. After arguing with him, he hid in the room and washed his face with tears, guilty. In junior high school, the exchange between mother and daughter is getting less and less. As soon as the daughter returns home Parliament Cigarettes, she puts down her schoolbag and starts to rush homework, but the mother will not come in and hand over a glass or two of water, and then go away softly Marlboro Lights. Such love is silent. Mom, please forgive my daughter's ignorance, please forgive me for venting my temper regardless of your feelings, please forgive my daughter who doesn't know how to speak sweet words Newport 100S. My motherly love conquered my composition. When I was 800 words, I did n��t know what grievance was when I was a child. I only knew that I would be sent to a minivan full of crying when I was on Monday. I could see my parents on Friday. I miss them very much. Later, when I moved, there was a kindergarten downstairs. They still prepared me full-heartedly, and I projected them a pityful eye. Eventually, they were succumbed to my willfulness. I always smiled at others with a smile: "Our family is stocking, others are in captivity!" But my heart is very eager to be cared for by parents. That night, I understood maternal love ... The summer evening was like a steamer, and it didn't stop much than the day. All the lights in the house have been extinguished, and they are gradually falling asleep. I always felt hot on my body, as if I was in the stove, sleeping in bed, and my mother was woken up by me. "Mom, I'm hot." "It's still hot with the fan on, and it has a fever!" |
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