I will talk about my mother. She is the strongest woman in the world. She is ninety-one years old and has got many wrinckles on his face.
When my brothers and I were children, she wake up at dawn to prepare our breakfast. Now she reads all day, and prays for us. She has and old body, but her heart is strong .
Some time ago she could not walk, but she pushes us with your advice.
She can not walks, but she walks with her heart.
I am grateful for my mother. She plans things, as if life will give her time. She knows that the clock will stop, but she does not matter.
She always thinks about what she will do tomorrow, but does not know whether she will awake.
domingo, 25 de enero de 2009
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