mom, i'm sorry i will go home late now, i'm studying together at Andi house.
Saras.
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To mama, Thank you for taking care of me ever since I was still in the womb. mama gave everything well so that I can grow in there. milk, vegetables, fruits, vitamins, all of which can not be mentioned one by one. ma, still remember when your belly bulge more and more because of me, and I kicked your stomach because I feel great shocks that disturb my sleep? I'm selfish that time. I do not know if mama was running to catch the train so as not to be late for work. when I was first born into this world, I can only cry .. and crying, very fast, but mama is not angry. mama instead give thanks to God because I was born safe and sound, right at the birthday mama. I remember ma, at that time my first day at school. mama let me go with the blessing and full of hope that I could be a smart kid. make money day and night just to get to send me in good schools. repay your services to laze around and not do homework. when I was a teenager, mama bought me clothes and shoes. instead of gratitude, I'd say tastes of ancient mama. I often refused to accompany spending mama, instead preferring to have fun with friends who even now do not know me anymore. One afternoon I saw mama is resting in the room, the door slightly ajar. mama glimpse and ask for help me to massage his shoulders. I complained and gave this reason it. Mom was finally pinched himself, though it was tired after a day of work. I remember, mama always supported me for any positive aktifitasku. mama even gave me a chance to taste different kinds of les that I was a creative child. when I'm lazy and half-hearted run les such, mama advised, but I'm angry, yell mama, and slammed the door of the room. when I was in college, I lived far away from mama. instead of feeling sad parting mama, I was glad outstanding. I thought, once my cool, no mama were chatty and handyman set. in fact every time I go home in the holidays, I prefer to walk around with my best friend, or a silent locking himself in his room, reading a book and set the loud music. One day, I heard the news that sick mama. chronic pain but not serious enough. I was upset and crying, mama why not tell me? the reason is simple, so his brash is not worried. Sometimes when the sky was getting dark, and the atmosphere began to silence, I looked at the ceiling of my room. asks the Creator, why is the heart of a mother is so noble? so resilient? so strong? so forgiving? whether the basic material? which is certainly not the flour and sugar .. ma, thank you yes because they never give up and always believe with me .. may God forgive me for all my behavior makes mama angry and sad. I hope I was given time to improve myself, happy mama, and make mama proud. and ma, whenever Mom said my name in your prayers, I too pray for mama, with a sound that might be slower but the seriousness of the same. I pity the mama
mom, i'm sorry i will go home late now, i'm studying together at Andi house.
Saras.
Thank you for taking care of me ever since I was still in the womb. mama gave everything well so that I can grow in there. milk, vegetables, fruits, vitamins, all of which can not be mentioned one by one. ma, still remember when your belly bulge more and more because of me, and I kicked your stomach because I feel great shocks that disturb my sleep? I'm selfish that time. I do not know if mama was running to catch the train so as not to be late for work. when I was first born into this world, I can only cry .. and crying, very fast, but mama is not angry. mama instead give thanks to God because I was born safe and sound, right at the birthday mama. I remember ma, at that time my first day at school. mama let me go with the blessing and full of hope that I could be a smart kid. make money day and night just to get to send me in good schools. repay your services to laze around and not do homework. when I was a teenager, mama bought me clothes and shoes. instead of gratitude, I'd say tastes of ancient mama. I often refused to accompany spending mama, instead preferring to have fun with friends who even now do not know me anymore. One afternoon I saw mama is resting in the room, the door slightly ajar. mama glimpse and ask for help me to massage his shoulders. I complained and gave this reason it. Mom was finally pinched himself, though it was tired after a day of work. I remember, mama always supported me for any positive aktifitasku. mama even gave me a chance to taste different kinds of les that I was a creative child. when I'm lazy and half-hearted run les such, mama advised, but I'm angry, yell mama, and slammed the door of the room. when I was in college, I lived far away from mama. instead of feeling sad parting mama, I was glad outstanding. I thought, once my cool, no mama were chatty and handyman set. in fact every time I go home in the holidays, I prefer to walk around with my best friend, or a silent locking himself in his room, reading a book and set the loud music. One day, I heard the news that sick mama. chronic pain but not serious enough. I was upset and crying, mama why not tell me? the reason is simple, so his brash is not worried. Sometimes when the sky was getting dark, and the atmosphere began to silence, I looked at the ceiling of my room. asks the Creator, why is the heart of a mother is so noble? so resilient? so strong? so forgiving? whether the basic material? which is certainly not the flour and sugar ..
ma, thank you yes because they never give up and always believe with me .. may God forgive me for all my behavior makes mama angry and sad. I hope I was given time to improve myself, happy mama, and make mama proud. and ma, whenever Mom said my name in your prayers, I too pray for mama, with a sound that might be slower but the seriousness of the same. I pity the mama
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