My Cousin’s Funeral

My cousin's funeral used to dream that I fell in love with my cousin Robert Campbell. In my dreams, he is a rose and a small angel. When we kissed him, he was very soft. In the morning, my lips remembered Rob's kiss. Like a cashmere sweater, I feel this sensation dances quietly, weaves and brushes on my skin. I talked to my father in an instant message and said that Rob is dreaming of being my boyfriend. I do not want to say this to him, it's embarrassing, but it seems that something has made me advance. He answered slowly.

"When my cousin's husband came to me and said," Because we were all adopted, I always wanted to see you, "I am at the uncle's funeral." Meanwhile, , I will instantly explain, why do I always think of it as a square nail when my family comes to a round hole? "I am now mature, my mother has met such a foolish deal in business - business and husband and young son - it is difficult to get angry with her She got along with me, thank very much I am still having a negative feeling about my father's death, but I think that this is related to how he treats my mother.

According to my mother, my lowest cousin has changed in 11 weeks in 2 weeks. This is the reason I know how long my grandfather has died. Four days after my cousin was born, he died. I took my cousin around the funeral and handed him to a sad family. It is not a sad thing when holding a child. The smell and warmth of the newly born baby fills the hole filled with mourning of your heart. I measured how long my grandfather went and the period in which my cousin lived: I lived 11 years; 11 years passed. There are several poems in measuring the death of life, and some things are complete. The life cycle continues. I see my cousin every week; I have never been to my grandfather 's grave since they died after a few months of death; there is a difference between life and death.