The letter to the Sisters of my foolish

Though no longer claims help stupid, but I still try to raise 3 sisters real good and we loved each other.

It has always been the pride of the family

My family has 3 sisters, I was the eldest, under I did a sister I'm 5 years old and it is the youngest. My dad died he only 40 years old, my mother was born it was 2 months. All love mom and two sisters win out for it, because we are larger and because it's less fortunate should not be a one sided view. It is the most beautiful, the most intelligent of the three sisters, so my mom is very proud of it. Though no longer claims help stupid, but I still try to raise 3 sisters real good and we loved each other.

Finished 12th, I followed those who down Hanoi and apply do may in a joint venture. And I'm lucky to love and marry a person with the company, his hometown in the South. He injured the mother and the child, despite the family but still I worry for both school food. Two years ago, when the youngest child had just M-University Park, all rejoice in family pride. When standing still, the pleasure both overcast again in the air of mourning-second child died due to traffic accidents.

My mother fall spirit, remember her son take eating, sleeping bag at night. Her eyes confess the Berry because tears, wrinkles also pressed her face each other on the bucket. And then the pain gradually passed, I had the happy family, the only worry for the youngest child who still wild, wet feet, the new little foot drain to the affluent home but, I fear it will be bullied. The couple I rent in Hanoi, the mother should also be assured because of the difficulty there at her sister. It is the capital of outspoken, smart and strong so I don't worry. Because of my narrow bed baby, along with more confidence so it's in the same motel classmates, also near my home town. It should rather study it II semester tutoring money worries for living.

Young age milieu and the stab wound

Once to work on, I plan to turn over its rooms to visit and see the life of it. Then just go to the top of the lane I had heard speaking to ngoắt use of a certain woman, perhaps she blamed husband jerks her man. The linen she allied: "old whore mouth, took my husband, who experienced the like factory. You don't have your parents taught you, parents, or the German Interior not teach you ". And then the other daughter, resound is equally "important" page: "Yes, I do have my parents taught me, it was what? Longer than the kind of evil woman, stupid as you. There my husband didn't know keep also blame who? I said to my sister or I was pregnant with my sister's husband and then she lick on that pack up and hugs go, something long again I will go there to live. "

I heard her voice is familiar. At the Inn of the alley to the girls, I shoot the jerks. The girl arguing with her man over there is my brother. I am shocked, I sharp pain, there is my brother. But why today it plays nothing but horrible? It loves married man? It is also intended to win with people? Oh! Child. Why it's become such a man?

When the woman ran away, she ran to hug me and sobbed, it ngẹn step and say that man is the parent of a nephew that she tutor. By the experience of experience, he was quick to beat my sister and it became the third killer chen on their families. He promised to leave his wife and marry you. But just then he finds out he is only taking advantage of easy love it all, when did "no spinach tea bored" he ignored and go in search of other strange. Tricked sex, extra equipment, extra jealous wife's attitude, so I I've let go of the words. It does not say so but it'd have to woman mad will as long as untreated silver side guys because he wasn't a yêng hero.

I see the hate yourself and find fault with my mother immensely! I gave it to me, so that it happens like that. I often chat, confided to it, more subtle than the price as I got out of it, change the price as I know and promptly stop it. ... There are plenty of the price as I don't ever since the credit crunch, not rhetoric for what.

Between what the society is full of sumptuous and dark things, it's hard for discerning people realize is right, what is wrong, what is true, what is false. It felt so easy to respond to believe in the way of bad guys, it's clever but not enough experience to know and avoid the phishing filter.

The wounds never heal

Already more than a month passed, I went to school I normally it plunge into the shed and tried to let me see it stood up. But I know, it always conceal weakness by the powerful in appearance. This was a stab wound and will leave the injury in it throughout his life. This is also the lesson of life's expensive that it is charged by the Administration in white, tears and all the contempt of your cooking friends and people. It hurts, but I believe with time everything will fade. I wish it will truly love it, its that and accept the past. I also would like to know, because her mother had lost a child, and the mother will not be able to handle any more pain.

My brother! Come on you!=