Last night, as often happens, I went to visit my parents and, as happens almost always, I found myself in a freewheeling chat with my mother, after having had a massage to relax the contracted her back and arm pain. (It seems that I am good ).
digress, we have again spoken to the Belgian Congo and mango fly, working for the Red Cross and UN kissing, Italian Caritas and social work. And grandchildren. Family. We laughed and joked, too, as always.
My father - who had gone to bed before the tea in the evening - appeared in the doorway and, with a smile for the big events, he said "It 's nice to hear talk."
Yeah.
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