The caddy; is a permanent term mentioned when one of them described his life, but i am confident that i have told me that my life is like a full-meaning note, so i wished to arrange what. But of the greatest thing it is difficult to see its contents. But it is not easy; my greetings are still ongoing and remarkable to inspect and re-arrears, hampering my life, so i stand helpless to make them. I do not want to cry, but i am surprised by me and showing for others anin, tears and screams i do not know. I do not know what to do! But i kept steady until god permits me without what i feel. Here i start the first steps to rearrange memories and remind myself what passed, in a positive face rarely.
