Excited by the situation of "Yararel" beside her father, "Stop in front of my father ...", my mother is still dripping sticky love juice so much that she pulls a thread from the meat jar. It's standard these days to let the hemp rope bite and spend the morning family time, and by the time you finish eating, enjoy the situation where your cheeks blush and the meat jar is soothed. My mother's body, which no longer feels like a normal act, is not satisfied even though she says "I love my father" and drowns in the act with us, and Miemie is expecting further training. Even the acts that I used to dislike now make me laugh at the fact that I hate the body that I feel is resentful.
