Forgiveness is part of the happiness I have now. And at least in the remaining period of the two of them, at least I also know, in a certain part of my heart he is the girl he loves the most, what if I do not accept or respect I've lost area.

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A few hours broken bowl, cups flew against the wall and crashed down Splatters, I sat curled, try stuffing her behind table-like reflectors to fear even their shadows leaked something alone risk very dangerous. I do not dare to even crying when I hit third in front cheek, my face falls when it dared not run back support. Well, I'm shy, but I fear more, a 7.8 year old kid can not do anything for the cheek before the power of three.

My house is poor, mud-walled cottage in the middle of a poor neighborhood poverty though I can not do more, but I know enough to make life increasingly miserable. My dad or logging on forest theft and selling, as long as the State began the campaign with poachers and illegal loggers, the name "small loggers" as well as three who lost their jobs, that's him at home. Ordinary people started living the spare disabilities. My mother went to work as a lake. Woman that goes bricklayer is very extreme.

Before the cheek to sell vegetables at the market, but there are a few in copper, three students took the indulgence in alcohol, then my cheek buckling burden. Vegetables at the market junk that is less money to pay the cheek followed Seven workers go to work. Sometimes going to school across the cheek where do I see the pile of gauze pads lays the neck or the plaster covered with scrub out forever. But the three that did not seem to understand the misery that alcohol every day, it seems like I know the perception and the bottle was found next three procedures themselves, when drunk, the three began beating cheeks, responsible useless cheeks do not feed the family, then both born just acne is my only daughter ...

forgiveness

Where I see the noble to his father so without hatred, not hate. I'm not big but enough to understand how it is wrong. Every time three cheek mercilessly beaten finish is back to sleep, only pads are dragging a corner and I'll get high with bottles of tiny feet trying not to make a sound for cheeks

- Why cheeks just endure? He would do anything in the house where the mother kept saying useless, I can not stand it!

- Do not say you have not heard about three? - Then hug my mother I was a kid on Long too, do not understand where things adults. Three men in the house that is in poor health, do not go, they said to say, three great sadness and emptiness him easy to warm up, my mom used to understand and sympathize her three children nghen

I do not understand how the poor health that can match any background that matches this other substituents. I also do not understand and sympathize for like three to three. I just know deep in my heart, there is something of an emotional breakdown reserved for the father of her long and steadily that I think is the hatred. And the more I insisted since I hate three cheeks out. So when I was ten years away from home it's cheek. Do not know why I did not cry, do not blame the cheek. The left cheek is probably also of course, the only thing I did not resentment when not leading me in the cheek. Just as I know there will be the day when all the people around me have left me. I like chiseled cheeks, three every time I look at is the type that legacy live without dead time as neighbors brought her children to health centers, many times the police have also come at a "visit", but do not give up that my father, I was too young, but I did not dare. Hate but do not dare. I only know his roll stared at the three pitched three whip over my shoulder, then roll into bed drunk .Cu each time, on the back page of my diary add a line "can not forgive".

I have grown up like that, in my father's whips, and the burden of worry kid cradle 2 the mouth. Do not learn the words, but I also earn decent husband. Nearly 30're new to float, daughter miss is not the right choice of marriage but apparently I was lucky. He has a wife, so he knows life respected and cherished by me. I go out of the house does not take a back three times to visit. Which is not to wait until my husband took away my father, when I turned 20, and I had a crush on him being needy students to cover his guitar sing in front of my house, my father once drunk, caught smash guitar guy is at incipient feelings of two people being crushed. So I left home, but I also say to leave the house by my father only a few units, occasionally sending money shoved through the door.

Then I lay me, is when I heard of my father's illness. I think a lot, whether to visit or not. In my heart the lash of the whip when not only zippy obsession. I crave language not beaten that his mother looked helpless, and ten year old kids should not have to look at the other kids full enough that parents do not dare pity tears. I loved to go to school to know the word controversy, to open up a form and not to the kids in the neighborhood call me uneducated furniture, toys not mother. I crave to be loved sincerely love rather insulted and hurt people I love by the time disturbances. So even though my husband dissuade any size I was determined not to visit or even sit down.

family

I came home from work, looking at children sleeping in the cradle is gently while he is sleeping next to the baby, in strong emotion. I suddenly remembered the memories of a time far, far away, gently place your hands on your belly to my friends because I was hurt, he hands over the face to be very embarrassing when I want to touch my forehead to see me like fever public. I remember clearly my mother all the time, and I was whimpering, the first and only until exhausted yard, but do not understand why when woke up was found lying on the bed. I remember the time when my newborn nephew, have someone stand in front equivocal keep looking at, I know that one, just do not have enough courage to forgive.

In my heart emotion aroused something that I do not know, people tend to say "a Blood is thicker than water", suddenly want to be with loved ones does not have to be too difficult, I do not know. Walking through the familiar corner spot-nearly ten years ago has not stopped, could smell the fragrant flowers quỳnh a corner of the yard, and inside, ball man lying on the hospital bed and the crib is still unfinished play, I realize forgiveness is something that's not too bad, I quietly called to "Dad" ...

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Happiness is not just humans perceive from what people bring to them. Happiness is also known forgive loved ones. Until now they have to take care of pick three I never felt remorse, my heart stopped sparking yet another moment emotions can not say in words, simple ones now in the flesh and blood of alone, I felt very happy. Forgiveness is part of the happiness I have now. And at least in the remaining period of the two of them, at least I also know, in a certain part of my heart he is the girl he loves the most, what if I do not accept or respect I've lost area.