My Play about an Old Person's Home

The old man will go home, and in this mission I will try to show how to use an exploratory strategy in the play. This includes still images, stories, role-playing, cross-cutting moments, and marking moments. Strange on July 5, 1979, this is Monday, I decided to start writing a diary. I was struggling to gather in the week and I was worried about the previous day. After that damn alarm, I always want to go five minutes. Of course, I do not lie where I am now, they will not lie to me. Using their stupid "regulations", I can teach them something about that rule.

However, since I was playing secretly at Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Gershwin 's vinyl at home, I hid it in the closet and played loud. It is a house. In the library, I examined old blues singers, I learned that my soul resonates with the history of music; I sang my story of the story with people of the same age. I copied them hard in the recently invented cassette and started a collection that mirrors my own life. I am not so, but the current "should" is very high in my head so I can not know what is being offered to the people around me and the people around me. The choice I propose is "You should not be so unrealistic" or "You should not expect too much life" or "I should thank you for what you have" It is repulsed by. I feel like I want to be a writer, but I do not know what I want to write, I will not mention anyone.

My life is currently focused on single mothers (from home). My 4 year old child has never participated in day care as I made my personal choice and did my best to build a conscious and strong relationship with her since the early days. But it needs to sacrifice a lot to achieve, balance is not my strength

When I got 3 years old from her afternoon nursery school lecture, her teacher announced that she was selected as a "special person" for that day as he was brave about outdoor playground equipment. She has a sticker and special activity bag and can bring it back at night. A 3 year old child is very excited and can not wait to go home and talk to his mother. I thought about the parents of this 18 year old boy and the day they had to have. And I think this boy is a "special person" of someone, and when I played a childish game many years ago it was very sad. I thought about my 18 year old son, with his hopes and ambitions.