She has a mother's aprons. It's strange, but it doesn't bother me. Maybe it's the anesthetic, which triggers my mother's death that makes me there no offense to take. The spontaneity of most attendees is also a distraction. Her way of doing things is very different from that of my mother. She stops the glass firmly in the washing water and flushes they quickly clean. It comes in a smooth motion, very gracefully. Occasionally she is standing next to me and lays a wet hand on my shoulder."It goes a bit, Charles?" and they shot me with her hip.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
