I n the end we are two peas. Not so much in the physical but rather those of character. I do not remember how many times I have jokingly accused of being mirrored, and that this has not always played in my favor. She loves to talk, a lot of people, although it continues to deny. At the end of his life are his passions, sewing, love for the home. 'S incredibly hyperactive and then complain that we often hear anxious, nervous, suffering from insomnia. But all that she lives with great optimism, always with a smile. He does not like to stop and think about that much, does not want the time pass in vain. Sometimes it seems like a robot. And if you see her get up at 6 am and go to bed at midnight, if you try to blame her troubles. And 'his life, and that's okay. I certainly have understood his vision of life is not entirely consistent with reality and perhaps because of it, tending to a (sometimes) insane optimism. I see him very often, "Mom you live outside the world, we must get into situations, understand them thoroughly and then evaluate." And on that we always disagree. I do not think Idealism is also synonymous with irrationality: one can always see the glass half full and not to go through this stupid. Certainly it is useful to you all. And while I realize that I write to you then we are not so equal. But no doubt was and still is my best friend and confidant. Both because we always need to pull out everything to prove, through dialogue, to seek a solution. I grew up, I am a man. For her, however, will always be her baby, also guilty of that myself for various reasons, still lives at home. But as a big baby in Egypt. Assess, before speaking. My mom always goes down (too much) in the shoes of others. As always takes the appearance to the point of vanishing and this reminds me of someone (!). I can not judge it from this point of view, but I was in her mirror when I noticed that people have already taken most of the two arms in their possession. To think that he was only given a hand .. It 's still convinced that love to save the world, that we are all able to stay well if we are honest, pure, loving. But how to blame her, his is a generation of phenomena, alien. Until we can still count on those words, on those suggestions that, at first sight will seem anachronistic, light years away from the world of today, we think we are lucky. Happy Birthday Mom! Ah, keep it up, I highly recommend ..
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