THE WILL OF LOVE "HAPPY LAST"
that old woman is my hero
That old woman is my hero
If the entire soul of a woman on earth is similar to the soul of a woman
this old man, then how great and precious a woman is. His life choices are shady, sincere and
the attitude of acceptance is always shown in his daily life. Inner toughness
facing the storm of life and boundless compassion, it made me unrelenting
ask inwardly, “made from the grace of his heart. The old woman who gave up one room
empty it in his house for me to occupy. Women who enjoy being happy
in his old days, for me it was a good life without having to bother working while
surrounded by beloved grandchildren. My grandmother was still able to find her own food. In the body
frail who always wrapped in shabby clothes, there is a terrible power that
able to hold tons of grief. My admiration for him never subsided. Despite this, though,
khusnudzon's attitude has always been his.
Living one roof with him is probably an answer from do’aku all along. Honest
I am a very hard person to forget someone. Grandma's house is
the only home that makes me a cool person, and a little impactful
to me, at least I can think clearly if faced with a problem, no longer explosive
the explosion as before.
Sometimes I wonder myself. Older women who have never had formal education
and never learning about this psychology was able to change me. The grandmother in
my life, not just as a host. But more than that, my grandmother was a friend
sharing and warm hugs as I miss mother's body fragrance.
in his arms, infiltrated the spoiled head in his armpits, and probed the watery life
on his shabby clothes when I can no longer carry my own burden. Without trying to
knowing what was my problem, my grandmother always put my broken heart on.
I know, and I am sure, that God really designed his presence as a teacher
in my life class. But it is precisely our inner connection that scares me myself,
after all, in this world my grandmother and I only temporarily stopped, and when they arrived
it's time to go home, I'm afraid I'll be tethered and it's hard to break away. As it is today, it is very hard for me to gather my feelings and build a hill of strength,
finding the right words to explain to myself in time will continue on
the most disturbing episode. Farewell.
This comfortable home. Every corner was stuck in my heart. How next to my soul
embedded lush behind the yard. A house whose windows are always a delivery
the fresh air that everything in it is familiar to me. Number of lizards remaining and
wandering around to room one to room another I memorized. How I love, worried
always surrounded me whenever I imagined my arms and my heart space if he left later. Duh
farewells. Why always bring lara?.
O soul. Please sincerely. Tonight I want to sleep in his arms,
listening to the song he always sang before I went to bed, while making a promise
in the heart of the song “I will go home on NYA” either song what he mengandungkan clear
the lyrics make me feel overwhelmed. And there came a time that I feared, the death of a woman
old man, go and never come back, my grandmother you're my hero
