.about this my father do not now any thing…..When every father was at home they show that they care for me and love me a lot when every i told them ...hat ….this time i compete to father ….. They bet me kick me….and more all one day he came to now all of the thing …. About his wife and daugther;s and and he had good propety which he mad on my name ….. To which my mom and her daughter came to now …. To which they start to hearsh my dad for propey …. For there harsh hasment my father died…… Then i. His biography caught my eye as we liked many of the same books and as I looked through his story page, I realized he was the author of several of the stories I’d read.Anxiously, I sent off a response. He was online, and we began sending private messages back and forth for a while to get to know each other. We discussed many of the books that we both enjoyed. I learned he was an author not only here on the site but was writing a novel as well. He was also divorced. Over the next few weeks we. She would be hearing more lies. * Mediha Mediha sighed. Rawer hadn’t come, and neither had he sent a message. She waited in the designated spot for an hour. He was worth waiting for. The itsy bitsy princes she was supposed to consort with were more delicate than her. She was sure she could snap their necks in unarmed combat within the first five minutes. Rawer was the one she craved, but he hadn’t come. Something was wrong. She tried to reason it out. Their last session had been lovely, and he. It took that for me. Eric and I found each other quickly though. He’s a really good guy. We’re looking forward to our lives together.”We smiled at each other. We all went inside to eat lunch before returning for a week and a half of school before the break and our marriage. We ate a fine lunch with Agnes’ parents and brothers. After lunch, we packed. I would bring Agnes Wednesday week and then be in town for the rehearsal the following Friday with the wedding to follow the day after. We left to.