A country boy with a nightmare to pass.

I am a laborer who is panting for a family dream, facing the city of Anshivilai. Everywhere is adorned with neon lights.

From a country boy who came to risk while I didn't know anyone, I lived a long life in a motel room. If everyone remembers the day we got on the path of our dreams, we only had a pillow mat to sleep with and raise money for my family.

This hillbilly little girl stepped into the salary human path, just hope, hope in her heart one day, will collect the money to send the house, will be comfortable, the life path that was not sprinkled with rose petals in the first place, the little money attached, spend "no months."

But she doesn't even know anyone. She has to patiently drink hunger water instead of rice, less than a hundred dollars with her. Every night, one pillow is a friend who dries the little girl's tears every night.

Father, mother, you miss us so much. Please encourage you to keep fighting. Let you go through this terrible night. She can do nothing more than ask for the sacred things.

Finally, she passed the day of hunger. The first money paid for the room, the water, the electricity, the other expenses she had. The next thing was to send it to the house. Tears from the joy of the people at home. Ask you with concern. "Why did you send it?" The question that the cork, the tears are not distilled. I can bear it, my father, my mother, keep it for use. You will send it again if the money leaves.

My father, my mother, today you thought about that day, the first day you accomplished your dream. Today you have a family, but you have to face worse things. Your family has lost a family leader. You have to struggle to raise two children alone. Mom, when I raised you, you must be tired.

You know, the day you drank your hunger, it wasn't as cruel as today, you were put out of your money job, moth balls to keep both babies full, you know, my grandchildren are stronger, stronger than my daughter.

He cries for things. If the mother says that we don't have any money, son. Dra doesn't have the money to buy money, right? Mom. Yes, my talented person. So can I make toys for you? With the love of the mother.

I made a toy mixed with tears, so painful, my son. This mother is just a toy. Money will eat, I can't find it for you. If the people in the sky still know, can you send a reward to these two good children? "You know, they're so tired."

If there is one blessing, may my children no longer starve like this, and you will suffer so much, I promise. This mother will fight without strength. Only my red cheeks are happy.

# Country girl # Single mom # Please pass through the night of the day you want until # Promise us to be good # Mother is so pity for children