Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Blue sea

All her life, she thought her mother did everything because she was alone. But now she came to realize that her mother did the same as every women would do. No man clean the house, play with the kids, or wash the dishes, for that matter. Only her life would somehow might have been different, would she realize that years ago. Different, less hopefull. Hope is good. Disappointment is horrible.

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