My childhood is not necessarily hard, but lacking love from those labeled as a "family". From small because of the trade that my parents had to care for her grandmother, the re-education through mentoring neighbor uncle ... All week I'm only 2-3 days to meet new parents. Because of this, when I lived in the south, the new parents have time to compensate for my feelings! When I was little I've always thought the two cousins who also loves me, but when I grew up I knew only that true maternal love me honestly! And the home's side has more money to DC you! I remember one time when I was in hospital awaiting surgery my mother alone who must run at one place to another for admission procedures for me, then run away worry that everything had to ask people outside sitting soup regarded by family doctors do not! My mother's side too far, then transportation is difficult, no one on my mother side. And then in the very near paternal but no one came to see me dead or alive, my mother did not need anything extra ... Then when I discharged them just to ask a few questions and then thrust into my hands less money then on! They thought what I need is money, but they do not know what I need is love their interests and not the other coins! Then the bigger lot going on, they can invent bogus stories to go tell my parents bad, my mother's side, and now people have bad things that's me! Every day I had to endure biting gossip, the last one from their mockery! I really strong, right? And now I still have to be strong to be able to survive and protect those who loved me !!!
And I have to be strong to be a prop for parents from now and later again
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