It is beautiful, but not every single thing is. Many mornings when my husband is sleeping, I frequently feel the deep-suffocating longing, in which I really expect that Doraemon’s door does exist. Looking at parents’ pictures just make it worst, like someone just poked my eyes. The fact that they’re getting old each day while I cannot be there just makes it worst...
Hi. Just stop by and put a new thing here that I consider uploading it on Instagram is not a good idea. Feel too much I guess, while to me personally, much efforts and tears were best friends to complete this that I need to perpetuate it somewhere. Yes, thesis.Today I officially an M.Pd, master of Edu. Hhh thinking years back then, when...
