I remember my pretty bad childhood I never so often got me a doll my life was so messy my mom would never listen to my father sometimes but she really loved that man to death she would do anything for him she loved my papa he thought that me and my mom was the beautifuliest woman in the world
Imiss my mom she was so crafty every time I needed help my mom and my dad was there on my side she would never leave me sad until when my papa died my mom never talked about him again she never talked to me she didnt want to look in my shimmering blue eyes because all she would see wasmy papa he looked just ike me but my mom the most look likeme but when my mom and dad died i just did not know where i can live my life i wanted to start all over again but i knew those thoughs wouldnt go awy ever
She will aways watch over me in my heart she wil and god will be watching too.
