Cottage Life - Original Writing

Cabin Life - Original Work My mother and my former companion Jennifer was born on March 18, 1973 at Mount Sinai Hospital in Toronto. Almost all of her family was born in Toronto, and they live there today. Toronto is always her hometown, but her heart is not Toronto. Jennifer 's heart is in Belmont Lake, a community in a small village on the outskirts of Toronto. When she was 4 years old, Jennifer and her mother moved to Winnipeg, and they stayed there since then.

Early in the morning, there was no sign of life when she crossed the village. She climbed the hill to the cottage she shared with her parents and her legs weakened by imprisonment. The cabin is empty. Obviously, someone came here because small rooms were confused, furniture and potteries were scattered on the floor. She kneeled on a dusty floor and was suffering and feeling sadness. When she last left the cabin, her eyes fell to the bucket waiting at the door. Her eyes are filled with anger. Her life is ruined like a barrel. She picked up a bucket and threw it with as much power as possible. I do not know where she is heading, but it will be free.

According to my condition, life is up early, working until the boys riot, then seems to be shaking around the hut for 1 hour. Please get a fruity rum in a quiet afternoon, not by editing on my desk, but on a ferry. Living under my conditions seems to give people the highest priority, to open up a place for their neighbors, to create a community for strangers and to scrabble with their mothers. "Since I came back from a vacation, I was always overwhelmed a bit, it was totally self-paying, I am irritated and fruitful, but I feel like I did not do it even though I was in a trap The original way ignores some of my new priorities, it is time to test out new things anyway. "

I am glad to see the tree that first taught me to believe in life when I visited my sister's cabin in a beautiful lake surrounded by fallen leaves, evergreens, and everywhere in the hut. A few years ago, we all took a motor boat to gladly explore the lake. I was hoping that I could hide the tension very well. After all the courses at YMCA, I have never learned how to swim. So I was sitting there with a life jacket ... I kept living for my loving life. "Tree said: My strength is trust.I do not know anything about my father.I do not know anything about thousands of children coming out of me every year.I finally I tried the secret of the seeds.I believe that God is in me and I believe my labor is sacred.This trust makes me alive. "