a poor widow living with a small daughter is still a nine years old. Poverty force to make their own pastry and offer in the market for their survival. Full of life to make the lack of small-bermanja never fed to the mother, such as young children other.
One day in winter, when finished make a cake, the mother tersadar view cart vendor kuenya already heavily damaged.He also went out to buy a basket and leave a new daughter to wait to be at home alone. Buy a basket from home, the mother does not find the house locked the doors and daughter does not have at home. Spontaneous anger soar. Daughter truly does not know himself! Cold weather like this, is still in the house only briefly even go play with friends!
After you have finished preparing the cake in the basket, the mother immediately went to peddle her cake. Its cold snow that does not meet the street a determination to decrease for their lives. And as a punishment for the daughter, the door lock in the house from outside. "The daughter should be given lessons because the message has been violated," infuriated the mother in the heart.
After selling out of cakes, the mother of a sudden when nanar find little girls lie at the door. With a cry hysterical immediately be embraced its the daughter's body was numb with cold. With much effort to move his daughter's body to the house.
"Putri Putri ... ... ... Putri, wake up, son! This mother, son! Build, son! Mother not angry. Putri wake up my son!" Exclaim him while crying and trying to roar vengeance build-kan-kan with the movement of the body to be awakened daughter. But the girls did not react at all.
Suddenly drop from the grip of the pack a small daughter. When opened, it appeared that in contain small biscuits and a paper obsolete. With haste and trembling hands that great, the mother immediately recognize any posts or daughter who still fall apart, but clearly legible.
"My mother, Mrs. certainly forget Mother's Day is special. ... Hi ... hi ... hi, this sale Putri biscuits kesukaan mother. Bu Sorry, my daughter is not enough money to buy a large and sorry again violated Putri message because the mother leave the house to buy biscuits for this. Happy birthday, mom. Putri always my mother! " And explode the weeping mother.
Sapiential readers,
Huai Ie, prejudice is often bring disaster to match the earlier story and subsequent regret usually come on the back of that. So many issues and problems in the world appear as the negative prejudices need maturity in order to control the mind does not prejudice our habits serve as such and wherever possible we lose. We replace with positive thinking at a time carefully so allows our relationship with others will become harmonious and beatify.
One day in winter, when finished make a cake, the mother tersadar view cart vendor kuenya already heavily damaged.He also went out to buy a basket and leave a new daughter to wait to be at home alone. Buy a basket from home, the mother does not find the house locked the doors and daughter does not have at home. Spontaneous anger soar. Daughter truly does not know himself! Cold weather like this, is still in the house only briefly even go play with friends!
After you have finished preparing the cake in the basket, the mother immediately went to peddle her cake. Its cold snow that does not meet the street a determination to decrease for their lives. And as a punishment for the daughter, the door lock in the house from outside. "The daughter should be given lessons because the message has been violated," infuriated the mother in the heart.
After selling out of cakes, the mother of a sudden when nanar find little girls lie at the door. With a cry hysterical immediately be embraced its the daughter's body was numb with cold. With much effort to move his daughter's body to the house.
"Putri Putri ... ... ... Putri, wake up, son! This mother, son! Build, son! Mother not angry. Putri wake up my son!" Exclaim him while crying and trying to roar vengeance build-kan-kan with the movement of the body to be awakened daughter. But the girls did not react at all.
Suddenly drop from the grip of the pack a small daughter. When opened, it appeared that in contain small biscuits and a paper obsolete. With haste and trembling hands that great, the mother immediately recognize any posts or daughter who still fall apart, but clearly legible.
"My mother, Mrs. certainly forget Mother's Day is special. ... Hi ... hi ... hi, this sale Putri biscuits kesukaan mother. Bu Sorry, my daughter is not enough money to buy a large and sorry again violated Putri message because the mother leave the house to buy biscuits for this. Happy birthday, mom. Putri always my mother! " And explode the weeping mother.
Sapiential readers,
Huai Ie, prejudice is often bring disaster to match the earlier story and subsequent regret usually come on the back of that. So many issues and problems in the world appear as the negative prejudices need maturity in order to control the mind does not prejudice our habits serve as such and wherever possible we lose. We replace with positive thinking at a time carefully so allows our relationship with others will become harmonious and beatify.
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