on the morning of his birthday, he woke up with a headache. he looked at the stars on the wallpaper, not flonkerden. the stars were lackluster. the curtain fell by a crack of light, it was the end of his bed. he lifted his pillow and took the picture of lisa and him, and they kiss. he gently caresses touches her cheeks and she softly.he sees the child on her arm; it is a child like each other, nothing special. sometimes a child crying and sometimes laugh, play with his toys and his first words. the mother is proud of his first words, they want the words if it were available. but if he had lisa mother.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
