A few months ago, I got the news that my parents had passed away.
We had no idea what happened to them, or what we would do for a few years to get by.
It had taken me about two years to finally be able to eat.
But I had to wait a few months longer to try my luck with getting more food.
I was one of the lucky ones.
I had just returned from a trip to the island of Samos, which is on the eastern side of Indonesia.
My parents were all born in the same city, and had been together for over a decade.
They lived on different islands, and lived in different towns.
They moved frequently, and would rarely see each other again.
As my parents grew older, and my father was also living in Samos at the time, they became increasingly distant.
I grew up on the west side of Samo Island, and it was during my childhood that I would often hear stories about the islands, especially of the small town of Samas, which lies on the western side of the island.
Samas was my hometown, and I loved visiting the town.
I remember having a lot of fun there, especially with the locals, especially the kids, who had no formal education, and were always laughing, and always joking.
It was the type of place where people just enjoyed each other, because everyone was so friendly.
I also remember my mother having many different interests, and she was always involved in various events, including some kind of music, dance, and theater.
My family was very close, and very happy to see each others faces when we visited.
One day, I saw my parents, and they were both sitting in the living room.
It wasn’t until I asked about my sister that I found out what had happened to me.
I couldn’t believe it.
I asked, “Where are they?”
“They’re gone,” my mother replied.
I looked at my sister, and cried.
It really did make me realize how much I loved my parents and how much they loved me.
She was my only friend.
I always had a strong connection to her.
We didn’t get along, but we always shared the same dream, that we would both go to college, and one day my parents would get married and have a child.
My mother wanted to have me as her second child, so I decided to marry her.
I started dating my cousin.
She had also been married, and we became very close.
When I got pregnant with my second child (which was a girl), I was a little nervous.
But once we got married, we were thrilled to have a little girl.
My cousin had a big appetite, and so was my mother.
We were both so excited that we started eating lots of food together, and soon started to eat a lot.
One of my sisters, my sister’s mother, was really excited.
We spent so much time together that she started to worry about her mother’s health.
She started to take a lot more vitamins, so she was taking her vitamins less.
We started to get worried.
At first, we thought it was because she was on drugs.
But then she started getting sick.
So we started going to the doctor.
She said, “Look, if you’re really sick, I need to go to the hospital and have surgery.”
So we decided to go.
We got in the ambulance, and got on the plane.
At the hospital, my cousin was already there, and after some discussion, I said to my mother, “We’re going to go.”
We went into the operating room.
I still remember it well.
I just remember the doctor saying, “It’s a very, very small surgery, you need to be careful, and you need some gauze to put in your nose.”
My mother said, (laughing) “How did you know?”
I said, “(laughing), it’s just my nose.”
I was still worried about the procedure, and the gauze in my nose.
But they said, it’s going to be okay.
The next morning, we woke up and went to school.
I remembered how happy I was to see my parents again.
My father was always a big supporter of my mother’s work.
He’d go to work every day, and when we got home, he’d cook breakfast for us, and he’d tell me to go eat some food with my family.
When we went to bed, he would always tell me, “Eat something good with your family, and be strong, and take care of yourself.”
I always thought of my parents as my mother and my brother, and now I realized how much my family loved me, and how grateful they were for what I had done.
They always taught me about food and medicine, and taught me to be good at everything.
They taught me how