riterdo come in, as always, Mukarange where we waited for lunch.
We vex, as always!
got out: all outside in the courtyard, waiting for us! Pendo has something behind, or rather, as used here, has someone behind them: think "kasu" small house.
But no! It is the small Yoita, ten months, arrived this morning. His mother is dead, his dad is not able to occupy it.
She is beautiful.
That Morbidini pad of his own mind, those great big eyes, which become even bigger in see us, so many new and, soprpattutto for what concerns the three of us, so strange.
What a day for her. What a day for us.
The houses are once again the Gospel. The family extends his arms and holds a strong and warm embrace of welcome.
What a day for me. It had never happened to feeling so great. And to think that every day there is a strong emotion.
But this big? Never before!
desire for love, this tiny, strong desire to hold her and make her feel protected.
Want to try my best, make me pure gospel I, along with this house.
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Mukarange December 4
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