Street children to sacrifice old mother touching letter, reading stops tear

Pieces of my heart,

This busy road side, I will continue to pukariraheki. Perhaps the cry-cry would last breath breath. You have to know / do not, last year merged with me exactly thirteen months gets to the nursing calamity. During the thirteen thirteen thousand times I died, I uttered, see your loving face of hunger and hunger to see you around my eyes.

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