Patience in esoteric dose is so I have to cry every day, when not only not awaken me neither the Sun nor the birds but the work of the side which hammering not only the Mediatrix, but all my contiguous senses that had to learn how to awaken to the shocks. And the compliments of his workers, when teenage daughter who suffers even in the brain, comes out in mesh to my yard. To avoid having to pay the insurance by teeth to none of them. Patience is that I have to have my lover, that for your birthday gift to my son a dog, with which Jack, my daughter and I have to live in a: two environments. There is no other than patience, but I am without health and nerves.
Especially when I get on msn: absent with notice and without notice, or busy because I’m making a note, or seeing a movie or going to the bathroom, and there are those who talk to me equal and interrupt me thoughts. Patience because I cannot hear and understand all the members of the House shouting at the same time. Patience when more than one in my house, asks me where revoleo that at the crucial moment of the question, they do not find. Patience is what I have to remember at the same time as I remember phrases saying to my mom and my dad, when he waged my children’s rights and threatened: when I have a son, note that warned that he would have a son and not two, won’t be as bad as you guys together. Because the truth, I become the Witch of 71 and walk the catalogue of ultra-fast and evil witches of all my children’s stories more than the monstrosity that touched me by son.
I implore for patience, when at the exact moment I decide to throw the dog, it wags its tail, cozily, above with which forgot all his misdeeds example: annihilate me how much cord slippers, with included footwear, running around the House and ends up staying the dog, the cat, Parrot I need and I think that it is not because as sings yayo: interned at the Parrot. While the Parrot absorbing my secondary title in small bits only because he suffered from the syndrome of boredom. Patience when my daughter demands to answer him at the very moment in which I’m writing the final sentence of the note I had that deliver yesterday. What else asking to not be patience?, when I’ll get my savings and my piggy is working on and not by me precisely or suffer the exhaustion of the whole family. Patience to tolerate that after both outdo me to baptize my kids and choose their names, people call Tared and stupid, and vice versa, every two seconds overdose of patience is what I appeal when I try to channel the energies of my son in productive things, example, I do sweep the animal House that did in the garden, chased by the dog and the cat and not bar me how much pot there is over his head with the handle of the brush. And patience, finally and after is what I pray to understand some things that, despite what has been lived, still seem to me incomprehensible. Patience for me and for the world. Because I conclude all the lights that patience is health. And chan, chan, salute here.