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i thank for god created words and books
well,kids,go to bed,please
once i heard the loudly voice,my brother and i would go upstair,and dressed up pyjama.
Mom took the book and followed us,when she finished praying,and we lied on the bed,looked at my mom sat by ours side softly,she opened the book,took a deep breaths,and began to tell us stories.
at that beautiful night,i did know what we would listen.might be it was from poem from Stevon,somebody who was lengedary,had ride an horse, ambitious.as well,lam peristkin was so weird.
after a while,mom lied down with us,she took the books in front of us,we could see mr,huslex and his black cat,yellow dog survived from San Fransco earthquake,TOM SONIA printed wall.horthus were holding sharp sword to fight for enemies.
when roger and i was in primary school.both we can read,we had a bicultural lifestyle.at daytime,we read so ordinary texts,its full of some happy kids played ball,or visited farmland,or chated with cops with smile face in a charming park.,at night,,kingdom and his queen were sharing the feast and so on.
sharkspear,dickens,o henry,all famous novelist made me cry,laughter,or just thought a while .
year by year,roger grew to be an english professor, i am a newspaper reporter,i thx for mom,she once up was secretary,laudry washer,makeup seller,cooked in school.under her education, i went to the newspaper hall,first i became ordinary worker,then i was an editor.
unfortunetly,mom got malaria,i will still take a book,and been a storyteller,she was also still says;dear child,come here tomorrow.
as if everthing has went back my childhood.
on my way home,i often missed the stiuation that my mom worked in pursymoth .althoght she got tired,she need to drive for 30miles to there,when she back home,also told story for us.now then,i also do what my mom once did for me.i thanks for god created words and books,i gifted this all to my mom again,thanks god,you created much more happiness and joy i experienced
