After it was sick grandmother Roc both go, she or lying alone on large reflectors to wear it to massage the limbs, tears flowing down her cheeks raised, speckled tortoise. It chirping told her all sorts of things, about school homework, next door neighbor stories, new stories guava tree in fruit garden. But absolutely it never mentions the encounter unexpected visit his mother at the school. Mother or brother carrying now talking and babbling toddler, mother occasionally thrusting into the hands of the US currency it odd to drink water, eat cake candies. When the grandmother died, it was round twelve . Old enough to understand what the word "liberation" in the dark night mother begged her father, is smart enough to realize it every brother loves the child of a stepfather he had never seen before, and enough understanding startled to recognize the particular year was announced it removed because boredom child rooster scene, bored all marriages break down. It did not meet his mother more again. The childish stubbornness, insomuch that prevented the mother's desire to love from deep in his mind it. But the mother was surprised to find it on a sunny Saturday afternoon. - Do you want to south with his mother and step-children? It was silent, his head bowed. It wants it? It's like, it is like. But each time thinking stepbrother sister, stepfather thinking clearly not the shape, it cramps your heart. His mother brother drop down, gently kissing her on the cheek, then as close to tears, she said: - I stay trying to study. Then she hurried retreat plump boy away, it stood on the roadside empty interrupts, watched her mother go cab, stupor continuously not clear what to think ... *** It has to grade eight, the grandfather also died. Small house owned automatically by paying it. Now the coastal suburban area was crowded so long, busy commuter traffic, in alive, sometimes he snapped because it was quiet but not read newspapers, recitation. Thím it called people sawing plant labels to open the cafe go make money. Now it leaves strewn about the yard. The heart also bleeds it seemed, every drop. - Put it in the orphanage but I did not care for it! In the dark tone it bitter aunt. Looks like uncle barked, growled say something, then known furniture for anyone to beat, aunt cried, weeping and narrative, that career is uncertain, even more two old-school age children eat. A long pause intervals thereafter. He heard his heart beating as bup bum in his chest. German glass-crushing equipment, aunt cried and cried again it offset speaker spree. It startled, frightened, cowering man in disheveled air blanket. The fear that has haunted it childhood as being back siege, just the dark night many years ago ... The next morning, uncle clear up soon, buy sticky rice green beans and then slowly looked at it and devoured it. Notice a few things around homework questions, hesitated not know what to say anymore. Suddenly, it quietly said - not to say anything, I know all that. They did suddenly silent overlooking yard mark this season is the season ... *** On go it only put a small luggage bag, simple. Heavy slow steps, it was an instant garden look tiny, her back bent shape vegetable pickers, folk dance by funding a deep voice, hoarse, his skinny figure lying on the hammock green, eyes lim dim, that's when you're looking for a certain piece to soak Kieu. It feel optimistic, amidst life itself, between the ironic setting of nature. English uncle urged sounded behind, it quickly and climb to the saddle but also look back at the old white door forever. Until the small house where the street dead, little girl turned around, will ready wiped tears spilled from the corner just mi ...
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