Absolution from a Mother

Mom, I am not looking for forgiveness, without a doubt, I am not worthy of you. Your eyes are always filled with worries; they are constantly condemned. The pressure you give to me and the pain it brings is unbearable. All you do - you tell me - you are for my own interests. But you did not notice that I was you since I was a child. This is impossible and it is incorrect to make all the decisions for me: from extracurricular lessons, carefully chosen polite friends, even more shabby shoes.

Okay, it is not the case. What I saw in the mirror was indeed my toes and my teeth had no braces. Usually I do not brush my teeth very often - it's troublesome for all these wires - but my mother's teeth looks like a fun work, and as she places her body Turn around if you want something wonderful, I like it, at least what I can do is take care of her teeth. Right? That's right. My name is Annabel Andrews. (There is no middle name, I do not even have a nickname, I was trying to bubble me at school, but it does not seem to be popular.) I am 13 years old. I am five feet; I do not remember my weight but I am seeing it, but my mother said it was absurd, but my body has not been completed. It has matured. Maybe in the summer

Bill: What did I do? Irene and I were working together then She saw these mothers sending these books to my mother on Mother's Day. She thinks that this is absolutely absurd. After talking about who my mother is, we talked about who Irene's mother and she decided to pass these books to her mother and her stepmother .

My own disgust is rising day by day. As pregnancy progresses, my mother becomes increasingly outrageous. Four months later, her belly was obviously rounded, but at 6 o'clock she was like a portrait of her mother. Her body seems not to be perfectly balanced - a basketball size belly is in front, her back is straight, and her ass is hiding like a hyena. My mother always had a flat ass and she was always jokingly talking about someone just making a line from her waist but it was a hindrance to perfect pregnant belly was. She seemed to have bound the life with a wooden plate for years, and she was eaten until the pubic bones had a meaty mountain.

Yes, that's right. My mother is a spiritual Hindus ... My mother is always mentally inclined. There is a religious image of Hinduism on the wall of the house where we grew up with Habib Rollord. There are pictures of the Virgin Mary carrying Jesus and pictures of Mecca and the sanctuary of Medina. No, it is not. Nobody was forced to turn into a road to Sufism. If it comes from your mind, you only follow. A year after I met Qadri Saaheb in 1987, I moved from Habibullah Road to Kodambakkam to the house where we lived. When we moved, I remembered Jesus Christ peacefully in my heart, "I am hoping that you are cold and hot.