Little Joy - Part 
are returned a little later tonight, but we know that when you're with friends and the company is agreeable time flies and I've exaggerated a bit, which is not from me, drinking some beer that made me sick last night ... I swear, no more overkill! This morning I got up with difficulty, it seems as if I had passed a truck on him, my cat Miss looked at me puzzled, stumbling a little and I had a terrible headache. Now should be the bitter black coffee, at least I get back up, I had not even had a hangover, I can not stand even a couple of glasses of beer! I look in the mirror, oh my! I'm the one that is reflected? My face is pale, competition is almost the color of my nightgown, were it not for the bodice embroidered with colorful bouquets of flowers confuse me with the same! Come on, I just have to clear my head under the shower, the last chance of salvation at this moment, I have too much to do, I have to give me a stirred! Mom sent me several packages of books, I have not yet been opened, all waiting patiently for me to open them. Wrapped in a soft pink dressing gown, her hair held a "turban", I feel reborn! It took a good shower. I take some books out of the box, I have to tell us below I have left little time and are at the final sprint, I can not sleep on it! While comb my long hair flip through the pages of a book, oh my ... a picture of my father with me in her arms, was sure to be mom put it there, where he knew I would find indeed. What a nice surprise! Instinctively, I kiss my father's face, the port on my breast as if to embrace him, as I was small in this photo, wearing a dress carnival, that of Little Red Riding Hood ... could not bear it! On my face you can see all my refusal to it, I had a sullen face that emerged from a cap of red satin with white merlettino, my braids since slipped down to the white apron looked like a panther in the guise Little Red Riding Hood ... I was so black that day! And my father looked at me puzzled, as was already regretting having made me wear that mask. He understood me, we were almost in symbiosis us. Daughter wanted, desired, the birth mother told me that he cried for happiness, he could not say anything more "than joy, my God, what joy you gave me ... and here from there my name Joy, some unusual, non-classical it exotic, but reflected the state of 'mind of my father, his joy was born. I was born in May, early in the morning, after a long ordeal of childbirth, mother said that I complicate life even then, I grew up in a family where, without rhetoric, applies love, respect and understanding. My brothers in their own way tried to achieve from the outset the arrival of the 'intruder,' I messed up in some without their territoriality: in short, had arrived that would have put them in line! You can not imagine how I smile when I think how I would respond now and I dream to write it down, it would also say ... vulgar?! As a child, my father told me that I had something more than the other kids, I always thought he said it for love, he was my strong point in the age of one hundred because, often turning to my mother to have a explanation for a question I sent it back I saw a "then tell you", perhaps too busy for her to do, I do not always satisfied me and I took it that much, then I would wait
ato dad, he would not let me with my doubts in my many "why?". I waited for him at night, put me on his lap while he dined, and I began to ask "Daddy, tell me why we are born, because they are diseases, so why ?"... He never tired, trying to explain things in a simple way to satisfy my hunger for knowledge. My father taught me to read and write: I did not even five years, maybe less, and already I could read and write thanks to his patience. I remember my first "crosswords" I liked them, sure, I was the simplest, this I did not know I was looking for on the books, as he did and how I had advised him to do. My teacher in elementary
not believe that I did this, and I remember I put to the test on the board, with a simple framework similar to the pattern of the crossword puzzle with interlocking simple questions, to which I gave the answer by completing the picture. I said "you, little one, you really are a joy !"... had been shocked and surprised, I thought it was just very fond of me. As the years passed, I grew up, my body was turning sour, filled up my hips, my breasts are rounded, the facial features of children leave the place on my face to those of a woman, keeping her eyes as clear as those of my father and dense foliage long hair like my mother died on a rosy complexion that underlined everything. Are temperamentally very patient, but how CHARACTERISTICS of my zodiac sign, Taurus, if we pull "too much rope" So then I see red and I assure you that I become really furious! I love art, sculpture, painting, I paint when I have free time, I have a lot of imagination, I do not stop at one answer, he looks the other to satisfy my why, that still accompany me in my hunger for know ". I can not stand the arrogance, synonymous with ignorance, and no respect for others, love my music, but what pleases me, made me relax and classic notes that accompany my thoughts. I love my silence, the search for myself when the loneliness is my companion and I am just me and myself, and try to analyze to improve myself. Even as a young girl I had my days no, I took some books and I shut my bedroom, among my things, I wanted to be alone, ignoring the complaints of my mother, who justified it all with a "Miss now has the moon wrong! Maybe Mom was also correct, but I felt the need to isolate myself, maybe to find a search ....
are returned a little later tonight, but we know that when you're with friends and the company is agreeable time flies and I've exaggerated a bit, which is not from me, drinking some beer that made me sick last night ... I swear, no more overkill! This morning I got up with difficulty, it seems as if I had passed a truck on him, my cat Miss looked at me puzzled, stumbling a little and I had a terrible headache. Now should be the bitter black coffee, at least I get back up, I had not even had a hangover, I can not stand even a couple of glasses of beer! I look in the mirror, oh my! I'm the one that is reflected? My face is pale, competition is almost the color of my nightgown, were it not for the bodice embroidered with colorful bouquets of flowers confuse me with the same! Come on, I just have to clear my head under the shower, the last chance of salvation at this moment, I have too much to do, I have to give me a stirred! Mom sent me several packages of books, I have not yet been opened, all waiting patiently for me to open them. Wrapped in a soft pink dressing gown, her hair held a "turban", I feel reborn! It took a good shower. I take some books out of the box, I have to tell us below I have left little time and are at the final sprint, I can not sleep on it! While comb my long hair flip through the pages of a book, oh my ... a picture of my father with me in her arms, was sure to be mom put it there, where he knew I would find indeed. What a nice surprise! Instinctively, I kiss my father's face, the port on my breast as if to embrace him, as I was small in this photo, wearing a dress carnival, that of Little Red Riding Hood ... could not bear it! On my face you can see all my refusal to it, I had a sullen face that emerged from a cap of red satin with white merlettino, my braids since slipped down to the white apron looked like a panther in the guise Little Red Riding Hood ... I was so black that day! And my father looked at me puzzled, as was already regretting having made me wear that mask. He understood me, we were almost in symbiosis us. Daughter wanted, desired, the birth mother told me that he cried for happiness, he could not say anything more "than joy, my God, what joy you gave me ... and here from there my name Joy, some unusual, non-classical it exotic, but reflected the state of 'mind of my father, his joy was born. I was born in May, early in the morning, after a long ordeal of childbirth, mother said that I complicate life even then, I grew up in a family where, without rhetoric, applies love, respect and understanding. My brothers in their own way tried to achieve from the outset the arrival of the 'intruder,' I messed up in some without their territoriality: in short, had arrived that would have put them in line! You can not imagine how I smile when I think how I would respond now and I dream to write it down, it would also say ... vulgar?! As a child, my father told me that I had something more than the other kids, I always thought he said it for love, he was my strong point in the age of one hundred because, often turning to my mother to have a explanation for a question I sent it back I saw a "then tell you", perhaps too busy for her to do, I do not always satisfied me and I took it that much, then I would wait 
ato dad, he would not let me with my doubts in my many "why?". I waited for him at night, put me on his lap while he dined, and I began to ask "Daddy, tell me why we are born, because they are diseases, so why ?"... He never tired, trying to explain things in a simple way to satisfy my hunger for knowledge. My father taught me to read and write: I did not even five years, maybe less, and already I could read and write thanks to his patience. I remember my first "crosswords" I liked them, sure, I was the simplest, this I did not know I was looking for on the books, as he did and how I had advised him to do. My teacher in elementary not believe that I did this, and I remember I put to the test on the board, with a simple framework similar to the pattern of the crossword puzzle with interlocking simple questions, to which I gave the answer by completing the picture. I said "you, little one, you really are a joy !"... had been shocked and surprised, I thought it was just very fond of me. As the years passed, I grew up, my body was turning sour, filled up my hips, my breasts are rounded, the facial features of children leave the place on my face to those of a woman, keeping her eyes as clear as those of my father and dense foliage long hair like my mother died on a rosy complexion that underlined everything. Are temperamentally very patient, but how CHARACTERISTICS of my zodiac sign, Taurus, if we pull "too much rope" So then I see red and I assure you that I become really furious! I love art, sculpture, painting, I paint when I have free time, I have a lot of imagination, I do not stop at one answer, he looks the other to satisfy my why, that still accompany me in my hunger for know ". I can not stand the arrogance, synonymous with ignorance, and no respect for others, love my music, but what pleases me, made me relax and classic notes that accompany my thoughts. I love my silence, the search for myself when the loneliness is my companion and I am just me and myself, and try to analyze to improve myself. Even as a young girl I had my days no, I took some books and I shut my bedroom, among my things, I wanted to be alone, ignoring the complaints of my mother, who justified it all with a "Miss now has the moon wrong! Maybe Mom was also correct, but I felt the need to isolate myself, maybe to find a search .... 
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