Rafael K. West
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Feb 15, 2023
11:23 PM
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"She is a pain." Said the nun. When she saw that the bus had left, the lady liked to listen to a conversation she had just had while waiting for the bus, and began to tell it leisurely like a story. This is my sister's first daughter, who was born in the first year of marriage. At that time, I was still young, and I was still in junior high school. Now they know that they have a boy, this boy is really happy, there is such a good sister, he must have learned a good temperament from his sister. As I spoke, I turned to her and praised her. The lady laughed, too. She's different. She's outstanding. The nun's eyes looked out of the window in the distance, and said, in a profound tone, that no one could not help thinking of some very beautiful vision in the voice of such an angelic nun who heard such praise. She lost herself in a trance for a moment, then, with a slightly shy look, withdrew her distant gaze, looked at the lady for a moment, smiled charmingly,stainless steel edging strip, and went on to say, "There is such a beloved child in the family that not only her parents like him.". Every time a visitor came, he would like her to come out, ask her a few words, and give her one or two small things that could make her happy. Because when she likes the guests, she likes them even more. "We were both in Peiping at that time, and we lived close to each other,aluminum tile trim, so I often grew up in her house.". This child is sometimes closer to me than to my sister. She loves to be coquettish in my bosom. She will wipe my ears with her little face and touch my cheeks gently with her eyelashes. I love her and love her from my heart, and I have unspeakable happiness. As she spoke, she looked at the little girl squatting on the ground and helping the peasant woman peel green beans and rice, and her mother looked at her daughter with loving eyes. She wondered how the sister who had met on the journey, with such a gentle and amiable disposition, could have become a nun. I have often thought that this little girl was a star falling into my sister's house, a glittering star shining into our eyes. She is so bright and clean that she is so beautiful that she is not like the world. When she was six or seven years old, we felt that there was an enviable and loving atmosphere in this family. It is not so much the good education and good disposition of my sister and brother-in-law as the latent nature of this daughter's beauty. She can feel the joys and sorrows of others, and she can make people happier when they are happy, comfort people when the air is dull, make people laugh again, and feel the mercy of God again. Her soft little mouth, so light, stainless steel tile trim ,aluminium tile trim profiles, so sweet, called out: "Mom." Call out 'Auntie.'. At the same time, we will put aside any worries. No one could bear to think any more unpleasant thoughts when he saw her dark, big eyes speculating about our thoughts. She was born to be spoiled. Because we all pamper her and obey her, and she doesn't get any bad temper from pampering. In the neighborhood where we live in Peiping, no matter what the situation is, we can always have her as a little guest, and she can make everyone feel like one of our own family. These cannot be taught or learned. I remember she was in kindergarten at a church school nearby. We didn't send her there. She was asked to go by the kindergarten teacher. At first, she was seen off and picked up every day. Later, because it was so close, she didn't even have to cross a street, so she walked back and forth by herself. We loved to see her come back from school, run so fast that her fine hair flew up, and even her small schoolbag and people got into her mother's arms. One day, when we went out, we were afraid that she would come back after school. In order to remember that she would cry when she came home from school, we rushed home together. I still seem to see that time. It was spring at that time. The flower branches in the yard stretched out of the wall. The flower shadows were clearly printed on the wall. In front of the vermilion gate, I saw her crying outside the door. There was a small paper windmill on the flagstone floor. Half of his bare legs were shivering because he was crying too much. I was so distressed that I ran to pick her up from behind, and she bent down to pick up the windmill in her hand. It turned out that her windmill was well done and won the prize. She was busy running home to tell us, but we all went out. The servant was watering the flowers in the yard and closed the door. She was too big to reach the knocker, so she could only knock hard with her little hands. You can't hear it even if your hands are red.
She stretched out her little hand, and her mother blew her, and her voice was hoarse. This child, whom we have never asked to be left out for a minute, will naturally be sad when she is shut out of the door. My brother-in-law found a carpenter on the gate the next day, and a small knocker was specially installed under the knocker. A ridiculous animal head with a small ring, a small copper one, just for her. In fact, she never used it again, and we never waited for her at home again. Later, when she was older, she sometimes went to the door to play and tied her dog with the little knocker. Hearing this, the lady was also absorbed. The two children also let go of their own ways of playing and came to listen. The boy approached his mother, and the friar took the girl in her arms. She said, "When this little girl was your age, there was one more thing that was very painful to say.". They had a meeting in kindergarten. There was a song of hers, and we were all concealed by her in advance. It was her own lyrics. My husband changed it slightly and matched the score. She squatted on the stage, imitated the chicken's appearance, and sang with her little hands like this: It's the size of an egg. Hatched a chick this big. Put him back in the egg. I can't fit it any more. I can't fit it any more. The song has already made everyone laugh to death before it is finished. When she finished singing, she ran to her mother, but on the way she was hugged and kissed by a friend's wife. I think everyone in the audience doesn't want to kiss this lovely child! Here she kissed the little girl in her arms, and the two children clapped their hands happily. One asked,stainless tile trim, "What's her name?" One asked, "How old is she?" The mother also felt very happy in the car today, and felt that the friar was as lovely as the little girl she was talking about. jecatrims.com
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