Me.Recalling numerous times all the fragments of Mimi. Her eyes, her favorite corn, Seaweed soup, chicken liver bibimbap.She looked at me and used to juggle, do the laundry until the middle of the night with me … …Perhaps time could dilute my care. The Mimi what, you all right?Here, the only hope you will not stray, not to be chased.If
You’re at home, the door, I think I will smile, bent over, fingers plucking your little belly, in response to the trust you have been.And Mimi live together as single mothers with their children. In her small body in full of the dependence on me, and I also deeply attached to her … …She also only palm in large, it
Will become my princess.Life, from many a care really.After work, the first time to see me at home alone Mimi. It obediently waiting for me. When Mimi pulled me upstairs and then rotating the pace of the voice shouted door to find me, I would feel a debt to. I did not have too much to Mimi had hoped for