Hello, I love all your friends. Healthy relationships can be enjoyable for everyone wherever they are and show us the way of life. School and society choose the wrong path, they destroy themselves and their lives. I have a gentleman father who is a wonderful man. Everyone who sees him and recognizes this confirms me. People who know him love him. He throws his buckwheat hair on his forehead and turns it backwards, his eyes light up and he calms down with his look, his words are full of tenderness and kindness. He always gets handsome in class. The smell of her French perfumes drives adultery crazy. All my classmates love her and she wants me to introduce them to my father and my father has enlightened himself with their kindness. Our sports lady, under the pretext of seeing my father, takes me to her company to talk to him for a few minutes and calms down. She told me this herself. He loves my mother and when my mother is 14 years old and my father is 16 and they fall in love and they get married at the same age, I will be born after a year. My father loves me very much because he no longer wants children. One day I went to the bathroom. I saw blood on my shirt. I was very scared. I had changed my mind. I had not been like this before. I had heard from the girls's curtain, I thought it was torn, I did not say anything to anyone until the morning. Explain that this is your first period. Tell your mom what she knows to do. And that day he took my leave and sent me home and said that I would talk to your mom myself. I did not quite understand what the last word meant. When my father came to my house, I was asleep, but I knew that my mother would hug him until he entered the house and comforted him with her kind lips. I had seen this caravan a lot. Baba looked at me with that dry taste that took everyone's heart and said yes, my dear. I said yes, Daddy. Ten days passed from this story until I changed my mind. Mom was right. I had grown up. I looked at men and boys differently. I looked at my mom's breasts. I spend most of my time with my father. I was happy with him. Baba always sacrificed my truth. I kissed him. I wore the clothes that my father had bought me, white shorts and a blouse without pink sleeves. The one that was not in the room behind his desk. I lay on my stomach on the bed and he followed me.
