Startled awake. Dry thirst in the neck, I sat up Lom com drank a little open refrigerator.

 I woke to the cold water.  Looking at the clock more than 4 am.  I went to the turn on the computer.  Open Diary program to enter into what I was doing or thinking about a day has passed. But the program to pop up blinking red glare: "Next week is the first day used M".  I modified the program to review the first day there and smile when you see her at that very young children.

 I decided to scour the Internet to find out a single card to send her moves. I'm finally satisfied with a meaningful intervention. I pulled the drawer out to get her to CD inserted into the card, but suddenly saw that there is a lovely gift.  I know the thrill of the open M gift.  Above is a card to, but below is a desktop clock and a cute button. Somewhat surprised to see the button, I quickly opened the viewing card.
 

"You dear!

 So we've known each other for their third year.  In three years I was glad he was familiar.  I have learned so much from him.

 He is very good, do a lot to live very well with everyone.  He lives in harmony not very uptight rich and poor, positions.  He wholeheartedly to everyone and a lot of friends you loved, respected.

 Tonight, as well as many more day to his house, he has 9pm still not home yet. When to his house, I saw her dress is stitched up his cigarette burns. I remember suddenly looking at his mother, then remembered what I had seen in his house.

I would like to give him a clock with the message: "The time always goes cold. There are things to do tomorrow, but tomorrow things can not be done."

And a button with heartfelt message: "Sometimes people know a lot of things but does not know a simple thing as wearing his clothes how many buttons".  He has lived for all but the people lack the most important one. He see the paper below. Wish you happy and successful. "

 I held up the clock and buttons, below is a sheet of paper is neatly arranged into quarters, then opening it and saw my stupor with the following inscription:

 I invite you to go home to see him happy, to indulge a few barrels of Ken, brother talk about life, about bodies, about the boss, about the school, all sorts of bugs all about drinking skeptical table.

 I saw her wood cleaner orange food balance, shot bending to pick out individual cans, tomorrow morning the market exchange dozen lemon mixed with water, the son sober when drunk.

I saw him nearly every morning to collect newspaper stands, read voraciously every post each item.  Implicit conversion, bureaucratic, authoritarian story, about America, about Iraq, about SEA Games ...

 I saw her carefully about every newspaper, sort out the advertising and hesitated to ask this child need to sign to sell hip?

I saw him play with your whole heart, do not give up four or even up to 3 ...

I just saw her awake and out of sales, 2g and that it was deserted room

 I saw him after a tiring day, turn on the cold, turn on the fan, lay down your legs, not later troubles.

 I saw her the patio is hot these days, and then muttered this month whether electricity is not the norm.

 I saw him play computer addiction, wondered skeptical about CPU upgrade to 2 or 3 Gb.

 I feel very addicted mother to see reformed, just slow tears, just laugh comfortably while watching the TV skeptical coffee shock, the TV since his rain showers.

I found him professional computers, write software to manage the company, whether public debt, profit and loss, press play is available immediately.  So that could never be true love of the mother.

I saw my mother do not need computers, programmers remain silent fish, rice, vegetables.  The board said she did not even coat, but he needed shoes for weeks yet to beat!

 I saw him do something big story that we forget the small things around.

I saw her petty life that teaches your child the great lessons ...


 

 Have you ever thought that I was really interested in someone else?

 Have you ever had interest in the story even a little?

Have you ever put yourself in the shoes of others?

I hope through my story and you can find lessons on the interest that you have accidentally lost.

Take your best wishes for the mother and father, who is always with you, always concern on the part of you that do not demand it from you!