At dinner he warned the children that at the end of March will be up when the leave. Those who do not feel as though we were steppe pain for a few moments , but I made clear their reasons for leaving our home. He said that a part of my soul I left there with my son resting in the cemetery . In addition he explained that when people become parents , they would understand their pain for children .- Have you ever thought about your son that we have not seen for years since it was removed from our city ?
- Do not remind me , please , that I mind there night and day , - replied and was in tears .
I told him about the dreams I saw every night and finally said :
- Finally , ngrehmë should pack up and go. Furthermore cares for elderly mother , we 're not even dreams that leave us alone .
- You , I know , but where will are going ? There awaits us unemployment and poverty .
- Never mind , a piece of bread will eat like everyone else .
End of March found us in our house mutilated by the tenant , in E. Spoil the flea that brought with it took us three or four days to sistemonim . As fallen slightly in calm my girlfriend told me not whipped hold comfortable . My two concerns were most important : to meet with the mother to put my anxiety and went to light a candle and placing a bouquet of flowers to the grave of my son .