My family has two people, my mother and me. Although only two people, but with your mother every minute, every hour, are so ample, so happy.
My mother is very cute. As often as the little girl, happy smile, so when the true, beautiful, and sad, it seems to me as a person than her big, nestled in my arms and wept. After, or my mother laugh. I and her feelings seem to most people envy, really like a friend, then do not say no, fooling around every day, laughing. I think, no matter how others look at me, look at my mother to see my family, I have such a naive mother had done enough.
I love those two simple little house, no one I love more than my mother.