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That year, it should be god bestows my winter

Post n°13 pubblicato il 27 Aprile 2013 da luoyerose


Dad quit office under the sea, to become a businessman. He worked tirelessly to rush about all day long at home and factory, I go to bed every night, also can see my mother sitting in the living room, dad. Very not easy factory had some improvement, which expect that factory lost fire, savings in the home, my father's soul is on fire.
From then on, the only mother secretly wipe the tears, I saw dad sigh and several relatives of lend my house to factory/shape. The draft many times, my heart in want to dad said some words of comfort, but those words like grains of sand stuck in the throat, couldn't spit spit.
I become silent. After that day, I came home from school every day, they hide in the room, don't do my homework but dull looking at the ceiling, desultorily want to something. Want to why this evil to come in my house? Want to father pay it get a scar that worth it? So chaotic too for a long time, until my mother found my change.
Mother let me sit on her lap and stroked my hair, said: "baby, what's the matter with you? Is there anything that's not happy?" I shook my head, silent. Mom paused for a moment, put his hand down, asked softly: "children, if not happy, my mother is your best listener." I never couldn't help crying said: "mom, dad and I don't want to see you sad, you not happy I also not happy, why factory was burned? Why are we so bad?" Mother stare blankly, good half-day she didn't speak, but also choked voice: "children, do not cry, we don't have nothing at all! At least we are healthy, at least we have hope again!" Listen mother repeatedly tender words, I had melted the frozen injury in the heart, until vanishing.
Mom said right, one's life so long, can't all is spring! Thank god give me winter, despite the biting cold, will learn to strong, smell fragrant season. Even in winter, I also want to give it new meaning, let I learned to strong, learned that as long as hope is in, can again.
My season even in winter, I will also make it beautiful!

 



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