
This morning I woke up from my bed. I went outside to see the weather was foggy and a little bit cold. I started to prepare my child for school. I prepare lunch for my child I put it in his backpack after that I dressed up. I dropped him at the school it was for me a beautiful morning.
When I come back I talked with my friend.I asked how he is doing ? He told me "I hate this morning with fog this weather is killing me."From my bedroom we can see the forest.It is closest to my window. The tree are tall green and beautiful and the fog was covering 1/3 of the trees. Was a beautiful picture. I stopped for a second to try to understand what he doesn't like? I smiled and I told him to look on the window it was amazing picture. He smiled and agreed with me. Depends with that eyes we are looking at the people or over the things. Sometimes we are seeing bad things. But we do not pay attention to the good things ,and beautiful things.
When I come back I talked with my friend.I asked how he is doing ? He told me "I hate this morning with fog this weather is killing me."From my bedroom we can see the forest.It is closest to my window. The tree are tall green and beautiful and the fog was covering 1/3 of the trees. Was a beautiful picture. I stopped for a second to try to understand what he doesn't like? I smiled and I told him to look on the window it was amazing picture. He smiled and agreed with me. Depends with that eyes we are looking at the people or over the things. Sometimes we are seeing bad things. But we do not pay attention to the good things ,and beautiful things.
I came to America. My life turned upside down. I left beautiful house withs two floors we had three cars .We had work. I am telling the truth I enjoy that life. In America we rent the apartment. We start to study English and start the life again.But this life is beautiful - we have new opportunities to study and to get a job. We have the power to make moments of happiness happen. I am happy in America. I like the people they are nice and helpful.
Hi! Larisa. In your blog has a beautiful picture, I like it. You are a good mother, and I want to ask you: "How many children do you have." I like children.
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