He seemed like an angel to our family. Grabbed me,
my sister, and mother of a poor street life and
sorrow. Giving food, shelter, school,
and a promise of a better future.
He is an angel to our family.
Gives affection, attention, and example without
Even wishing. And look, I replied
it's all by letting this bloom feel.
Mom is right, not worthy of me a family angel
we. Not worth it. I'm sorry mother. Awe,
fascinated or whether it appears unbearable
even since my hair is still braided two.
Now, when I know he may never be
menggapku more than a brother who does not know
self, let it be ... Let me fall to the earth like a piece
leaves ... leaves that never hate the wind though
must be scattered from the stalk of the tree.
No man goes before his time - unless the boss leaves early.
Ha ha yes too @vishalbty