Herman Fifer

Say it to yourself

Echo, see you slowly off the plane in the middle of the night, leisurely into their own country, step by step calmly pushing the luggage cart, a happy ring is always in tears of joy mother, I can not help but because of your manner is safe, suddenly gave birth to a strange vicissitudes of life. Late at night the airport under a light rain, and your laughter is so crisp, you will palm into the horn, in the wind Shouting his brother's nickname, chasing his car ran a few steps, he lifted a big box, thrown into the luggage box. There were still old clothes in the box, but you said, "A lot of clothes! Enough for a whole year!" It is this sentence, said with full joy.