Despite the pouring rain,
comes armed with good intentions and a spirit of initiative.
His good humor and energetic attitude, collaborative
well as contrast with the dreary day,
feed my nervousness.
Fortunately, it is not always the case.
fact. I love her with my whole being.
Certainly not just because she's my sister.
love you as a person, because it is special. And she finds comfort.
addition, the last component is "healthy", with me, a family devastated.
The one on which I can count.
The time when I was about to lose it forever, not long ago,
was the darkest of all. It still bears the marks.
But today, we just do not.
Unaware that his support from outside is more useful to her than to me, it gives
too much to do.
matter of conscience, you might say.
naively thought that maybe being an afternoon and loading a washing machine, or
taking away some clothing to be ironed,
can significantly affect my quality of life.
It is annoying, then when he looks at me and asked me impatiently
"What is it?".
I should know because it shows a lot of impatience when it seems to capture a veil of melancholy resignation or sadness on my face.
view it as a suppressed cry of anger and pain. As if the
scream "Look at me as well. Do you realize, right? What a life of shit I do?
you, if nothing else, you've got your house, your children, your mate! Do you feel right?".
In fact, not cry at all. Nor do I think, certain things. Or rather, only take note.
And without a hint of resentment.
I think that she complains to herself.
I should be always smiling and carefree, not to have them weighed.
However, today it gives me anxiety.
the echo of his footsteps in the hall and at the click of a door that closes,
breathed a sigh of relief.
I can give to fatigue in peace.
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