We day.
I have my very pleasant memories associated with my mom. I do not know why it happens, because it shared many wonderful moments together survived, but I like to think about these events. I remember would come to me as a kindergarten and took the pizza. Pizza so acute that it had no taste. It was rectangular in thick batter and placed it on cardboard, rectangular pads, which are today almost does not meet ... I had to sip it big, huge amounts of orangeade, whose bubbles snap my nose. We sat together, talked, laughed. Throughout wariactwie those days it was so our time together, just me and her. I felt as if an adult, as an adult, as only 4-year-old can get a feel for the common leaving the pub with my mum.
And when we went to Pisa stones - small peanuts in shell color lukrowanej. That is our ritual.
It was so long ago ... Always fond memories of those old wives our trips to town, I remember so many details ... I remember her care, smile, our conversations ...
Mama taught me many things ... sew, bake, cook, eat vegetables and fruits, flowers exaggerate, aesthetics and ethics, respect for human nature, sensitivity to the suffering of others and non-conformism, taught me not insist on always and everywhere and always clean up crumbs from the counter, read the book and believe. And probably a million other things that I would not be able to ever write.
I regret that every day we are so far apart.
Phones unfortunately no substitute for common conversation over a cup of coffee and warm more cheesecake ...
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