If it is going to be retroactive, then, I also need a good cry. It was not too bumpy along the way, even though there were a lot of grievances, I wore a mask on my face.
Dear Precious, you are so good, you still love your child even though you are in a mess. You drag your two children down the street, and people who don't know the truth won't pity you. Besides, what about pity, saying we love you doesn't solve any problem.
You don't get the love from your parents, the love from the opposite sex, but you plan to love your children well. You want them to be proud of you. You are so different from your ugly mother. How good you are, you have suffered so much grievances, your loved ones look at you coldly, insult you and beat you, your children don't understand anything, your life has dawned and you are told that you are infected with HIV.
I really don't understand why the writers are so desperate. Is this the only way to get closer to life itself? And it is such an incurable disease.
You will work hard to feed your children and you will be their pride.
No matter how hard life is with such a mother, her heart must be warm. Such deep love. Your mother never pitied you or even hated you, but you gave all your love to your children.
Feeling your gratitude, I cried.
Cherish the love, or the illness will get better. Since life has turned a corner, then everything will look in a positive direction.
You are also not precious, friend.
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