Fishing Memory

I never forget a memorable event Me.Myfather was always the same drill wood to cut frogs, crickets, everything I wanted, my father taught me how.

Dad and Mom began a pair of fan. Once the return to school and set fire to a small bag medium Whoever ordered to ruin than we consume serum onto your cooking go to jungle wild sweet small knock curly sprout closure and cook something in return he picked vegetables and fruit.

Mom and Dad are going back closure and respect for food and finding hard to sleep. Sometimes when you have no rice to eat from the market to buy broken rice, broken rice and cook me. Without food, my father once served ဆားချက် I forget something. Salt and fresh water beverage powder add chili powder and salt adaptable broken rice the most filthy and dirty rice, delicious meal for me.

One day I got an idea. Mom and Dad were hot and the fish and rice, I would feed the fish hook. School is back, and a small bag of a fishing rod according to the medium in which fire a short, I went out to fish. Since the first fish hook fish the cat did not became dark. Internet café 2 OT sent the mother is worried. The blaze gains, victims do not know. Five cats and cat. They forget the cat and the cat became a happy time. Remember when an already dark. And my mother would boil returned to run the house. Let alone keeping my father lined up in descending order were brothers and temperate.

The children cried in fires. I grind my teeth firmly tear out my voice. Let's eat a good mind, "Mom and Dad, and curry fish hook." I was afraid of rice for the installation keep the children had to eat. Eaten gone to bed tired product. Undo medium bodies "bogus". While "guy dream." Had I pity her voice emerges from the "too little compassion," he said, "I have fallen very worried ... I go stick it very much ... and there are a lot of casualties in the face of the new green ones ... my son loved then stick again ... I fall, what you would want to infuse the most painful type of ... ". I have heard these words, tears.

Now when I eat fried young, fishing well beaten, Mr. Mouse

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