Between sore ah...
oh lost..
Oh deprivation...
Oh unit.
She will not be as sensitive as a painful sister. I was the one who saw in my sister the mother that I didn't even know, I didn't even know the details of her face. She kicked me and abandoned me like a bastard
cry my loss...
And any deceased.
My sister who was always my sister who tried to ease the pain of her absence and the pain of her mother's treatment of me as long as I wanted to hear my daughter's word and say my mother's word
But fate
stole it...
I took it without mercy
I was looking at her, my sister, who was dying with broken eyes.. I wanted to get her pain out..
but me..!
I have always hated my beautiful face, which caused me harm, and I always remembered the word "stranger," "beautiful women, for whom happiness is not fair."
I'm sure I won't feel the same way.
I won't take an iota of her pain...
I stood confused.. what should I do and how to confront the father of her children and make her father mine. I knew I would be at war for her children, and would even pay me her kind debts.
Shall I go to her and her sons, talk to them, and apply the balm of patience, according to God's destiny?
Or do I leave the place because I can't stand what I see..
A pile of confusion surrounds me.
At that time, I had old memories.
painful
I raised my head in pain to stop the torrent of memories..
Oh, this hurts..
Hold my burning tears..
All I could do was say in a loud voice that was overshadowed by muffled crying.
Thank God for everything ...
I took one last look at it..don't go away. I want your kind hand. I want all of this to be a nightmare.
I will never forget those tears that fell...
I closed my eyes tight .. I wish you would come back again to know my weakness and the groan of loss that pressures me, but you left the place forever, you left the place and put on the mask of your will
