The mind of the father for the night to come is playing mother to ru my sleep

When you look at me intently, I yihu and eluded the eye by talking with the child to the distracted, less stuffing my shape. I know its not my secret for long. And then one day the needle in this wrap will reveal. Maybe I'll hurt you, but who, more than anyone, I hope your happy.

How to calm children accept what the mother has not left this life, how to accept the children each evening is fake father daughter always unspeakable distress cause I no sleep. Night and hugged on the Palm, I just wish my little forever so to live under their wings. But I know the thought is so selfish, but anyone in my case will comprehend.

Although I didn't really understand the detailed but I still often tell you hear about parents, about the University as we know each other. He is a bookworm guy stupid and naive, yet know what is love. Handheld new girlfriend only that I dare not red head facial look. I acquaint parents of Down Children in a group activity. I was the children's very active, always cheerful, optimistic. Look over there, then anything with a timid guy just like me. But then we still love each other. That period is the date of the anniversary never faded in.

His wife died in a morning frost markets soon. When both I and my children are curled up in a blanket, then my wife was up embittered wash the rice cooking rice. In the dream I still hear the cạch Creek from the rice cooker, the door closed, my slit, and then the fancy slippers light of my wife went outside the lane. Then, my job is still mostly in the laboratory. Usually the evening I should light up very late on the bed waiting to grill when my wife cooked rice will call up.

But that day, I lie for so long that, yet my wife opened the door to go on. To when my lip because wet butt, my new gown the help the diaper change after that Bong Son went back in the House. Waiting forever, each moment passed as I find strange. Normally my wife never late. She is always conscious of the time I go to work and the wake. A preoccupation with no known cause for traffic jams traffic jams drag to, plus the cry of the baby made me more confused and impatient. I call but the phone of my wife being left on the table.

Wait until more than 8 a.m., was late to work, I can't help but knock neighborhood home thanks to your doctor that party girl looks help her a while to find his wife. Down at this children's drinks are little makeshift milk powder and sleeping hours. I retrieved the car from the home market to follow, go be a paragraph then met a mob gathered chattering coil. Under way is a trail of blood and drawing a crash that police still are tackling. See my wife's car is chỏng stay tuned there which I stupor. Stutters me forever asked to be patient now. Then under the help of a woman, I was transported to the Hospital where my wife is.

My wife didn't tell me a word last. Wait for me is the white towel sheet muốt cover sealed head and pale face of his wife. I just know she's holding that cry. Our lives are extremely nice, a three-man House of happiness and fun. My wife's new 26 years old, too young, she's not yet enjoying the life that I always swear promise to bring his wife and child. The us also recently born, yet clearly see mother that had to do.

The shock made me feel meltdown, unable to get up. Many nights I hug my wife that's pictured tears injured his wife. I get up early to go to the market, the wife didn't happen this. I do not claim the breakfast, not to my wife struggled to leave the bed when the weather is foggy, then filled our family did not turn such transverse.

To the pain of losing my wife gets me worked, hiding in a place so deep in my heart. I'm living on the fake girl fun with my daughter. We will continue this until the condition would not be secret anymore. At that time I will reopen old wounds to san with children and was the daughter of san.

People don't rank me too well. If seeing me out of his life, perhaps people will turn to laugh and feel I'm silly. Lower the Nhi has much more feminine, you start to like beauty and pressed "mother" to follow. I done for my hair, the new year also demanded new year back in on them "mom". I paint the nails for you, you also help the "mother" to paint beautiful as you. That's why I sometimes still raw to the red nails two work only because the rush forgot to nail removal.

There are also many wounded the scene empty chicken feed so many matchmaking introductions. Including the mother tongue, mother and sisters, close friends are also not assured of the father I should keep pressing I thinking about going the step further. Song confession because not ready should I still betray the people and declined.

I know, everyone loved your father I should always want good things for us. But I myself found, life of father now I also am very good. At least this time, I want to make up for his daughter. Want to take care of the older and more understanding, droppings can articulate to the left, then I thought of something else.

Furthermore, to this moment despite years passed, but oh the time yet to do I forget to be his wife. Every night and can't sleep, or the sad, the happy at my daughter was sick ... I still often think about her. I still miss her a lot, a lot of people, certainly Tomorrow. I will tell my daughter heard about the mother that the child has not yet met.

Again thanks for the attention and affection of all you have given to me and the House. I still enlist time check the Center post of the phone should still receive each new comment for 2 your father I. Each of the sincere comment you sent, I considered an encouragement, encouragement, great inspiration to me. I look forward to all of the families are happy.