Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, says my expert mother as she sat relaxed.
Don’t trust man no matter how sweet and kind soften spoker he is. They are all same and inside them same evil seed grows. So wise she is, so content and full of confidence she’s. I can’t wait to be in her age see how i end or how wisely i grow, will i be strong like her or i will fall on first round when life knocks me. I should probably study more and observe her more. Her smile is her successed weapon, public she use no one can take it from her, else herself. She sing along with the old songs beautiful that nature itself feels her pouring kinds, everything settles peaceful and sky brings the harmony.