Thank you

When all of the horizontally-year-old child sex gang hang out scissors, leaving me with a thick pile of comic books, he was helping me hold him on the books.

I really want to write, but every time I picked up the pen, the letters themselves as emotions run away and then do the same drift. I did not write it.

I do not want to write stories without end. At that time, he was holding a pen to write on the white paper in front of me. The long fingers slowly peeled white writing each line, each line of text.

"If he patiently continued to write, there will be stories of his days to be completed., But if you give up now, we'll never get started at all. Wherefore, be picked up and continued to write any . "

So I continued to write, though only a few lines of his short word headless tailless. but they bring in that feeling, I think.

There are many, many more times so that I could not finish.

And now I feel so wanted to thank you. Thank you for always with me, always protects, cherishes and I get up in the most difficult times of my. Thank you because you've crossed the walls that I had built up in next to me. Thank you for everything.

Be always with me okay. And I promise, I will always side though my help only very little, and maybe he will not need it.