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bad memories

Up to 15 years and my worst memory 'was this:

holidays in Liguria, an old two-wheeled cart rusted in the yard,

dumb cousins \u200b\u200bwho think well of sdraiarcisi above

that I'm running to their rescue, a hook

evil I harpoons

leg and pulled me out quite a bit of meat

"Aiutoooo! you can see the guts! "

scream 'my sister, not his primary anatomy, before passing out with fright.

5 points and perpetuates an ugly scar just above his right knee.

Alas' the real pain I know when my mom has lost, what would be our fourth little woman.

bore her pain in more 'big in the hospital, which then seemed so 'far from home, without there being any of us to be around.

And it hurts so much I still think back to that afternoon, returning from school with my backpack and seven short hair, which I tied up before his eyes glistening with my grandmother,

I look tortured, without speaking.

Cosi 'full of anguish and anger I shout:

' thing 'happened? Where' Mum? "

I can not hate me for trying solace in knowing that it was not my mother not to be more 'between us.

and then there's another mother, another daughter and this Song

unexpected injustice, innocent suffering a little body and a look that I've ever known suddenly filled with an immense pain, excruciating.

I wanted to snatch away, to force all that weight that was forced to wear, innocent and fragile, charging him, 'cause my sister was always more' tired and I really feared that he could not bear to do.
But yes, 't make it, two of them together.
Sometimes it happens that the story is' sad to have a happy ending.

The happy ending here and 'a young lady of 10 years years sweet, intelligent, cheerful, full of kindness and

with a strong aesthetic sense, which I can not wait to give my whole wardrobe pinkgirl I've got more that I do not 'age'.