Nostalgia for my grandmother.. I did not know about a sense of who I am, such as feelings towards you

(I did not know feeling towards one as feeling that I feel toward you) said the only such words and dismissed his ideas and gone memories of him to his home, which has not been seen since a long time he had become a doctor in a foreign country and has achieved his dream, which had been courting him since boyhood and he saw himself as Mutanabi despite being a doctor in his love for his grandmother was carrying a great love (for as long as you believe in me and my ability) has these words and his heart beats of the intensity of sadness (Oh grandmother How I miss you It was the days I lived in Knevk the most beautiful days of my life, the days of bus innocence and simplicity free from the complexities of life. my grandmother ... .. Oh, my grandmother that is very tormenting myself .. how much do I need to see you and how much I miss to talk with you.
Close a single kind trying to sleep but to no avail (my grandmother Sergtna days my grandmother was no longer the innocent child is no longer Photos childhood delightful, eager to these moments of warm that we spend together as a family, closed his eyes again and took in thinking, the grandmother is the greatest of just a member of his family represented him home, he has had children, those happy days with no concern without fear. (back pain of memories of the longing for the past here I am in a strange land, without their parents, no friends and friendships that Okunha no more than a mere fellowship I almost Omguetha, my grandmother I live in a downward spiral here is not a feel me Oh how I need you, my grandmother) Wendt lips and Ofaragta for these phrases and the same tormented yearning to break open his eyes he saw his grandmother smiling at him in horrified the scene for a moment and then he returned to his senses, looked at the the mirror again, but he saw his image, try to imagine his grandmother in the mirror again but could not, hit the mirror with his hand, again and again but the image of his grandmother no longer appear, take the laughs insanely designed things around him and then take the cries What is this? What happens to me? Lost my mind? my grandmother that I lost my mind out of a national, I would like to return but I can not my grandmother ... I want to see you even for one last time in my life and after the Ahvl If I die, or cut to pieces I am eager to see your face smiling always Dgtk net of any grandmother how I feel resentful of myself When I see my inability to return, most of what I want now is to see how much I am afraid that Avkdk 'I am feeling strange when I think about it, he loved all his family, but his love for his grandmother was superior to that love and rise above it if not have special feelings, a person unique For him, he went to the kitchen to bring tea (tea ... .. my grandmother was a precious tea, which mined a distinctive taste because of your doing, I do not know, may be a mom is that I attended at the time but when you drink it you feel in your home gives him another distinct taste just like my grandmother, nothing special.

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