My Guardian Angels

The paper of my laptop has become very thin and disappears. If you do not write it with the best handwriting it will erase that word. My father has always gained great support from my mother. He did not put pressure on me like my mother. When I did something wrong, he always encouraged me, when my mother complained about me, he tried to calm the situation. Before graduating from high school, my parents learned textbooks with me. My father is an engineer, so mathematics, physics, chemistry, even biology and even Arabic is my help.

My mother is my leader and my friend, and these two qualities are more than just mothers. She is like my guardian angel, and always guides me in the right direction while watching all the movements. My mother is a strong woman, she is very good for a single mother. But the day she has to struggle is the day I have to stand up and help her relieve some of the burden on her shoulder. My mother taught me how to overcome the death of my father and how to overcome some difficulties that affect my future life. As the oldest man in my family, she made me realize that my brothers are seeking guidance from me. By imitating her leadership, I often fulfill part of her role, such as helping the brothers end their study and keeping them away from negative negative feelings of their surroundings. She saw a lot of wonderful things in me, sometimes it is not so obvious to me.

I think that the angel of my guardian is a man. Because he needs at least 8 packs to win all these fights. I can not find the correct name of a guardian angel. I want a name that suits everyone who fights all my "villagers". I also want a name that sounds too strong, but every time I call him I get warm and ambiguous.

I have an interesting and ever-changing relationship with my guardian angel. First of all, since me and my children are sometimes playing with the outdoor activities of God, falling from the roof of the neighbor, there is a standard, perfect cardboard angel standing by my side, mud (I think about the mud groove.When I say it again, I would like to become an angel of my own, personal, death, I can not pay attention to the train And then what is Leave the roadside to see what it looks like, then put the head on the head in two-quarters, hit a square that uses the bicycle to spread the plant on the asphalt, or a flexible fryer Please run it through