If I obey my mother's advice, I'm sure I will benefit from her advice, but since I was young I ignored her advice and it was only a dream that I brought to Dallas did not. This is not an impulsive act. Almost a year ago when I decided to take action, I already had a considerable consideration - not only did I take him to Dallas but also the beginning of a journey that caused me to stop nationwide . And keep it in place in adventure and conspiracy.
Two years later in March 2015, my marginalized mother was released from metastatic cancer and I decided to immigrate to California one month after her death. A few months before my book is published, I will not associate my novel with my life. Did you write down her death in subconsciousness as a means of dealing with consciousness? It is a coincidence of the strange universe that predicts what is going to happen. After all, that is not a problem. Because death, fiction or other means will raise the responsibility of all of us. I love my mother, I hate my mother, but her death makes me feel depressed. take time
I fell down when I first moved from New York (my house) to Los Angeles (my house). Part of the reason is that I have been feeling sorrow for a long time because I do not condemn my mother enough, but more importantly, I am accelerating to the year before the move . There are living lives in multinational planning, land planning, revised books, subway, crazy people, New York. Do it fast! Only after opening the keys of all the boxes, I learned that I was always empty. I did not see it, but I was forced to calm down quietly. I told the therapist that I want physical and geographical space. I smiled, shook my head, then shook my head, I said I do not know. Probably everything? Maybe I will define my life as one, stick to it, and move to provide promises people do not know or expect from you.
A few years later in the spring of 2013, I started writing a novel about a woman who migrated to California because my mother died early on lung cancer. Two years later, I received a Facebook message from my sister and my mother said that he died of cancer at hospice. My mother already pulled such a stunt, so I would like to know if this is a trick. Initially, my rejection brought a series of disgusting speech from mother 's daughter and her boyfriend' s mother, driven by fear. I am an ungrateful nephew, a liar, and a wonderful evil. I am not worthy of my mother's love.