I say to them, every 20 years,
Age 20
Age 40
Age 60
Age 80
There are situations we thought we were always the same. Because its until that age bracket hit, we realize, its not the same anymore.
Someone got cancer, someone dying out, someone important to your personal environment has an accident. Someone just took off.
Someone in the hospital, and? You are a friend to someone.
One Clear congee soup. You want to tell me.....one thing in this one life, you will remember you working hard, outside inside outside inside outside inside....its you Yourself if were on the bed, and no friend, not even your relative, bringing you a kind heart gesture....
One Clear soup.
There are those whom always getting the food, they never experience the hunger. I am one of that. My mother always prepare food. Nick always cooks beside me.....for as long as I remember, I never thought, there are human inside your own home, next by somebody, like that Tina Hank....They have nothing but fight on and screaming at each other. No food. One day having My friend over, ME ANNA friend, they fight to that yelling at those food, its what we all swallowing down.
Psycho.
These stories line telling that Square, so cared about....
Its a perfect family image, between that her father, her mother, including that more well off her father's current gf, her mother's best friend.
Its a name she called her so and so "aunty". Close to them.
To that umbrella, someone was so insignificant next by....not like her brother fat. Very fat. He grew tall, and getting his work loads stressful. There are a lot of things that occupying her mind....that one cannot cooking girl. She wants to be?
A super giant big faces of her hanging the wall to that every world looking at what she done, what she proud of, what cannot keep vola proving on.
Not one table of food.
Not one clear soup.
And guess whom that women is?
Imagine "If your own mother cooked, where you will end up today?"
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