The heart of my mother. The mother could not really my mother. But you was a good mother is my grandmother respected one another. When I finally know who's good with me. I knew I was a bad mother how sorry I sometimes hear people say unconsidered. I do not know what I'm talking just a little bit and I think I will keep it to life. But I want to tell her that my words, it's nothing. I want to apologize to the many things I've done. The mother cried. I knew she wanted me to help at the shop. But now, I'm lazy, I'm stubborn I chose to live with it without ever coming to my mother for several months. I know what I do, it makes her very sad and disappointed in me. I can not find my mother not to apologize for fear that she will not forgive. But when I'm really sorry, it's not an angry mother and mother forgives me. I feel the same, I still love the same. I feel it even more. I know who I love the most. I've never been loved like this by anyone. I do not have anything in spite of her mother worked until late at night. I knew my mother had to endure back pain, how to bear the whole family. What I can do is study hard and be a good boy, not rowdy punk. Next, I will not make me regret in me. I promise