Good morning to all of you! I'm a Waste.

I married a man who was

irresponsible, haggard and more than a gambler! From the beginning of
our marriage, she took out jewels and some equipment for her vice, but
began to give me no money for her use at the time of service she had just
given her hand! I know for myself that I am a weak one but I am not
losing hope because of their children Crispin and Basilio. They are
sacristy in the San Diego church. The next day came and I remembered
my children now so I needed to prepare them. I cooked my favorite
foods and when I finished preparing myself to be happy with my
children again, I was looking forward to their arrival. I did not expect
my wife to come. He exhausted what I had prepared for my children,
especially because his wife did not care about her children and her
husband left. I decided to cook my kids again. "Let them run well at the
distance and do not choose the hunger for food". I sang a song as I
waited for my children when I heard Basilio at the door. I'm nervous.
Basililio told Crispin that he was leaving the church because he was
dragged by the church and did not want to go home but was the tenth of
the night that the civil guard might have caught where my son Basilio
was hit. The next morning I went to church and while I was shocked to
hear that I was suddenly feeling poor on my chest but I did not find
Crispin and they drove me out of the church. When I got back home I
saw two civilian guerrillas in front of my house scared of the accuser I
saw. I went with them to see the carpet. I was locked in the bar for
almost 2 hours and was freed by the alphabet afterwards. I'm pushing
them. I did not have a home to go home and saw a slice of Basilio's
garment struck by a branch near the cliff. I'm gone to myself.
"Crispin..Basilio! Crispin !!! Basilio !! My children! Haha .. Those are ...
kids! ".