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The day we're born from our mums womb... The day is not decided the day is not fixed... For when we come and when we go... and no where to go, and no place to call home... In our dad's hand.. Seeing him for the first time, a tear drop falling from his cheek, closing his eyes... giving us wishes.. and watches our smile... The day we walk... is the day they achieve, something great. something huge.... by their parents.. GRADUALLY ..... we become old, pass our childhood, become a teenager serving our country, becoming an adult, marrying a girl, making our parents out.. having our children, feeling the same, watching them growing up, and then what? One day comes, when your children throw you out and we think the same..... Wish I could have understand, the feeling which our parents got... when we threw them out, and hoped, that we can bring back the time... when we were BORN.................................
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
When We Are BORN!!!!!!!!
The day we're born from our mums womb... The day is not decided the day is not fixed... For when we come and when we go... and no where to go, and no place to call home... In our dad's hand.. Seeing him for the first time, a tear drop falling from his cheek, closing his eyes... giving us wishes.. and watches our smile... The day we walk... is the day they achieve, something great. something huge.... by their parents.. GRADUALLY ..... we become old, pass our childhood, become a teenager serving our country, becoming an adult, marrying a girl, making our parents out.. having our children, feeling the same, watching them growing up, and then what? One day comes, when your children throw you out and we think the same..... Wish I could have understand, the feeling which our parents got... when we threw them out, and hoped, that we can bring back the time... when we were BORN.................................
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
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