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I was 18 by the this time and my mother, finally stopped!
It was Christmas and my mum has always dreams about the prefect Christmas with horses prancing through a sliver storm and figure dancing gracefully across my mums dreams. I also though she was a bit odd. As Christmas was came we always put up the stockings up on the brick fireplace and lit the count down candle Christmas was coming my brother always said. We never had a Christmas tree because we could never afford it but I always imagine it. But it didn't feel right this ChristmasEve as we were missing two people, dads wasn't in the kitchen and Franco wasn't complaining about not having a Christmas tree, it was silent in the house, I remember the room it was as silent as a grave yard. It was Boxing Day and I went out with some friends I meet a amazing boy he was called Jonathan Barns he was very British, I spent the next 4 months with him and we grew closer and my the time the 4months were over we were happily boyfriend and girlfriend, I loved him and he loved me.

March 20 years on
I don't remember anymore but by now I was 38 that all I can remember from when I was 18. I had my little cafe like the one in France and me and Jonathan had 3 little children called Ellie, Lola and maxaoos and my mother passed away this year but she was happy and she was ill for years but I though of her everyday but I loved her and missed her so much, she was like a person I could always talk to but I had to carry on but I loved her and I would have done anything to prevent it but how can you. My children met her once before she died and now they will never see her again in always and still breaks my heart. Carrying on before I start crying something else happened this year as well.
Beep beep! I will have to go and see the ladies, tell me more after.
Oh! Love I will.

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