O sonho
”Estou esperando um ônibus com meu irmão, mas ele me diz que podíamos passar por um outro caminho. Digo que é melhor esperar o ônibus. Ai, vejo minha mãe, arrastando duas melancias, em uma ladeira. Penso em ir ajudá-la, o que faço. Carrego uma das melancias, e ela continua arrastando a outra, meio cortada. Digo-lhe: “Mãe, não carrega este peso, não!”
abril 25th, 2009 in
Sonhos
, They may or may not pick up on it. One may be more at ease with it than the other. I also love your statement, Each time we are at a tfhrit shop, there always seem to be a history lesson/story awaiting to be unleashed. Thank you so much for your kind words, insight, and of course, for modeling this lifestyle of learning for me when we first began this journey. You are blessing!
Woot, I will certainly put this to good use!
Your post captures the issue perfectly!
To think, I was confused a minute ago.
Was totally stuck until I read this, now back up and running.
That’s a brilliant answer to an interesting question