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An umbrella for their own


Outside it began to rain,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], always raining these days. I did not go out an umbrella, it seems that since leaving the house to completely forget the umbrella of the necessary! At home, whether it is sunny or rainy to go out when my mother always told me to prepare an umbrella, the light intensity can be avoided, the rain can cover! Today, there is no mother's exhortations, and I also So take care of myself.
Gradually, I found my selfish. I took my parents to discard of asylum cruel, do not hesitate to choose his own way. Pains to support parents to twenty years for my umbrella ah, now, so I was alone, in search of day outside the day, packed up and left! And that umbrella, travel in their own day, probably still a solitary insisted, not falling. I completely forgot the obligations of paternity offering food to clothing, completely forgot the lonely air umbrella and pull air support Love. Because of this heavy guilt is to be submitted to the travel of life?
see this in the words of the book: lost, if the tug of war with God to go, you're still the winner. Who knows but Dan Zhao somewhat contradictory between gains and losses and helplessness? Or worry about the outcome of a guilty highlights? Gains and losses may originally twins, we saw no need to care about the gap between them?
how many times the father or mother sent me to the station to travel on the train that watched me, I can not clearly understand their inner feelings! However, I believe, it is certainly poignant dismay!
again away from home! The whistle sounded, the door closed, my day started again, and began to whistle sounded, the moment the door shut. Eyes, the site gets in the car window, gets in the site's father stood in solitude; I saw my father followed the car to go in the running, waving to the driver stop, just to give me a bottle of mineral water! I can not do subtle, and fell on the window, tears, can not be banned. However, I said I do not cry. I lost myself. I also have to lose, it ... ...
Actually, I lost it not often the bitter taste of their own good ... ... strong, is nothing more than to impose very fragile inner cover!
but for love, for the family that both parents worked hard, and I saw the front! I do not live up to, can not live up to!
I know it gives me a long journey of faith and perseverance unmatched! whether it is sunny or rainy
, remember, for their own an umbrella! Parents told me and really far away!