Friday, October 23, 2009

The watermelon

By Romeu.
When I was nine years old, my mother went with me in the market. She bought a watermelon and took me for hold. So she put the watermelon in my hands. I hold this fruit only few seconds. I dropped to the floor. My mother stayed very angry. I stayed shy and upset. Today, I think this idea was not good.

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