but he never emergeed.

a yellowed photos from a memory, she has room to lay the picture, her only collection of a male photo.

pboilingo is very handsome man, a bit like a romantic leading man in the room full of people feel. He is always smiling at her across the frame, eyes narrowed a crack, a very nice mouth arc raised.

often, and I saw her picture in front innocently trance; from time to time,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I saw her crying in pain against the photo; from time to time, I saw her whispering to himself looking at the photos.

photo I do not know who the man in the end is, I do not know why she would be treasured photo.

she and I stay forever twenty years time, more than nine thousand four hundred day and night, over two hundred thousand hours, she and I stay perpetual.

I am a single parent child, she helped me Laba large. Child, see other people sitting on father's shoulders through the streets, I noticed a father and mother holding the hand of people visiting the children in the park, nestled in the arms of his father to see someone like a baby, I will invariably be staring at a pair confutilized eyes and asked her:

Thus,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in childhood when I always hope that one day he will suddenly come back to me with a lot of gifts. Then his massive hand moved to my head, happy to me in his arms, and then I touched his beard would call him Think so, I will always be happy in front of her jumping up and down. My childhood passed quickly, but he never emergeed.

after junior high school, people always pointing to me privately, to make irresponsible remarks, many times I would walk away if nothing had happened. Suddenly one occasion, I am very impulsive one of the girls gave a slap, and then call the school called her over. Her busy schedule to come, did not listen to my explanation gave me a slap. I remember that my life unique a slap, then I really hate her, hate her do not give me chance to explain. This matter is also the sound of her non-cease to apologize to nothing.

this I had a row with her.

But you should not hit anyone, you know? If I do not beat you, they will Buyiburao, if this thing is a punishment you back, then your future life will bring this stain. I do not want to leave any stain on your life, understand? But they say you are a bitch, I'm Niezhong.

Since then I have no mistakes because the spur of the moment.

then I focus on the high school.

then later I was admitted to the city's major universities.

amassing later I'm in love.

amassing And then I was rejected in love.

dying in her commitment to

In many cases, looking at you so I thought I saw him. Perhaps God, you like him long.

I remember for my mother in that he came back, I promised to wait for him to come back. I was asked to continue and so you go, so he came back. You promise mother?

God,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I'm sorry, you lost his love of harm people, harm to you from minuscule to large have not had a father.

. . . .

continuation of her life waiting

2007 summer, she was gone, overwork, Sashourenhuan.

she is gone, sorry to go with her.

she went, with her smile gone.

her unmarried, deportation by the family, others were despised.

her promise to wait for a lifetime.

She is what kind of mood to wait for his return?

what she is relying on willpower me up?

when she was waiting is painful or happy?

him, in the end who are the people?

he will emerge?

he is worth waiting for her life?

him, and promised she would come back?

many, many questions,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no unlock.

days after she left, I'm looking at the yellowed photos of silence for a long time. Photo, he is still happy and smiling.

I will follow her, waiting for his return, waiting for the unlock all the questions.

I do not know why they would listen to her words continue to wait, perhaps as he had promised her, she said she would wait for him to come back.

Perhaps this is God's it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!

specifically stated:

for the original article. I go right to the use of copyright and all. (Author: Zhao Yating)

edit words: a great mother, a firm feeling, really touched me, I will be characters in the story, nicknamed will continue such a love.

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Forty-three years seems like a long time to remember the name of a mere1)acquaintance. I have forgotten the name of an old lady, who was a customer on the paper route in my home town when I was a twelve-year-old boy. Yet it dwells2)in my memory that she taught me a lesson in forgiveness that I shall never forget.
On a winter afternoon, a friend and I were throwing stones onto the slanted3)roof of the old lady's house from a spot near her backyard. The object of our play was to observe how the stones changed to missiles4)as they rolled to the roof's edge and shot out into the yard like comets5)falling from the sky. I found myself a perfectly smooth rock and threw it out. The stone was too smooth, however, so it slipped from my hand as I let it go and headed straight not for the roof but for a small window on the old lady's back porch6). At the sound of fractured7)glass, we knew we were in trouble. We turned tail8)and ran faster than any of our missiles flew off her roof.