I recognize what an extraordinary energy, uneasiness, dread and satisfaction you've been hanging tight for. I anticipate the minute we'il meet you. There was another fluid emitted by every one of the feelings you've encountered, and I tasted everything. I think the best thing was the point at which you were humiliated.
Toward the end, when we at long last got together, I started to recognize it from your smell and contact. This appeared to be the determinant of our whole life. I'm great when you're tense. When you were apprehensive and tragic, I had an agonizing torment in my insides. I had a profound sentiment of unease, which I couldn't get it. You and I were an entire mother, much the same as now.
When I understand that there is a distinction, the failure, weakness, and outrage that you experience when you get this data is still in my memory. Every now and then, I realize that it's still out there.
I recall that after the main stun and perplexity you've encountered, you are going around like insane, endeavoring to discover an answer, and that you are prepared to think. At that point who did not leave your life. Your preferred companions, relatives who know everything, the nearest individuals who continually question and judge you, even my dad. Perhaps it's my dad.
