Hello, this is the first memory sent to me, and the leaf is green. It is a gift from a dervish. After two years of living together, this situation has not changed because my flower really knows the size and the way of love.
It was winter last year and I was studying at my mother's house. Saharo and his mother Leila had gone out to shop. Shortly after they left, I realized that one of them was very scared. I ran and opened the door and saw that Sahar and his mother were behind the door. At dawn, his mother jumped on my head and my tears flowed. I took off her scarf, dyed her hair, I just forgot, I got up at the door, kissed them, and made syrup for them. My wife's mother used to say that they were walking in the street when a fight broke out between the Greens and the repressive agents. My morning was still shaking and I did not know whether to laugh or cry. Anyway, I decided to sleep there at night and leave my mother alone. When I slept, my mother was asleep.
I knew how much Sahar depended on her mother and if she did anything, in fact, my life would be hell.
I put my hand on his forehead and opened his eyes. I said, "We have a scalp." The doctor, who said that I was nothing, took my hand. She was not a woman that anyone could look left. I lay down between her mother-in-law and kissed them one by one or played them. Of course, I knew myself, and during these two years, they had also gained the necessary knowledge. In the middle of the night, I felt that one of them was dying. Sexual deprivation was the cover of his work. I closed my eyes again and let it rest comfortably so that I could enjoy my sleep. The sound of Sahar's continuous breathing was a sign of her deep sleep. I was really excited, I pulled myself back. My wife's mother nodded in my ear, Saddam whispered in my ear. After answering several times, she said, "I have a card in the kitchen." I always wished I had grown taller and he said, "Hooman, I have to burn in the fire and not breathe." When I said this, he suddenly hugged me and said, "I have been longing for a night for two years when Kirdamad lost his character. Tonight, I do not care about anything. I just have to give someone my love tonight."
Return Soyotinchor, myself, I spelled myself. I kissed her sometimes. In the hole, Leila was calming down and we changed her breasts. We kissed her ten times, then she started. I was killed by the succeeded in Kurdish. And I pumped it again and again I was tired and I was exhausted. Kunsh did not say anything. I took the opportunity. I hugged her tightly and squeezed her chin.
