I have a child ... I guess so, he will someday. In fact, he always answered my assertions regarding my future wilderness with his eyebrow raised, frowning and head slightly tilted, in a gesture that touched the inquisitor questioning what is not understood. Then let go of his "daughter, you do not want to be a mother?". It is also true that ten years ago was so clear, became more turbid with time, but eventually the balance will tilt the dish fruitful. Atavistic issues, equally mixed-biology and culture, estrogen and fairy princess clock and Hollywood romantic comedy. However
tree as I see it much more difficult. Among other things, because we have nowhere to plant one and also because it would plunge the poor plant to certain death. She inherited her mother's ability to heal many things, but not precisely those who have the habit of photosynthesis.
The thing is, yesterday presented his first book and could not be with her. To say that my heart it made me think, well cheesy, a cathedral-sized lie I'm pragmatic, empirical and material and emotional not believe in transmigration. I can not say what they wanted most in the world because even this morning I had the feeling of being able to try different tricks and imaginative work that would have been more productive.
In any case, I've reread one of the seeds of "guest star"-Maribel, Lolo and a laptop that gave him years ago are some of the others, and I fly to thrill ( daughter whore , how well you write ) with its ability to transform a near-death experience in a handful of kisses or make 27 became my favorite number. And both then (when I first read or saw his name printed on proofs) and now I feel an overwhelming force that pushes me to say Choni, I love you and I'm proud of you .
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