A never ending love
My mom might have not imagined before that her friendship would then be also mine. That kindness had never stopped at one person; it went on and on.
She, is more like a grandmother to me. My mom's best friend, and now also mine. It was only the second time when I saw her last time. She made a great effort to see me, taking metro for an hour with 4 transfers. I admit I don't know her so well. Really. It was also just that time I knew her age, I knew how she met my mom, I knew what she was doing. I only knew that she was my mom's best friend. But you know, I felt something when I saw her. That warm feeling. A feel of being loved.
Dear Claude Beville.. thank you for all the love;
I learned a lot just in short time meeting you.
Labels: france, inspiration, travel
posted by fuzzydesi @ 7:23:00 PM
3 Comments:
desii.. itu di mana? rumah kalian? wooww.. asik bgt.. :-)
des, mas zalfany gemukan yah? kinosei kana??
@Teh Iyun: bukan, sayangnya :-) Itu di restoran.
@Ihsan: Gemukan keliatannya memang, tapi mungkin lebih karena makannya banyak :D
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