I am twenty-one and two years old, the funeral ceremony of one of my friend's wife's parents. We are sitting next to my friend who is showing me and our other friend a woman, is she the same? His famous sister-in-law doesn't have messy eyebrows, her ...
I am twenty-one and two years old, the funeral ceremony of one of my friend's wife's parents. We are sitting next to my friend who is showing me and our other friend a woman, is she the same? His famous sister-in-law doesn't have messy eyebrows, her front teeth are a little black, her hair is messy, and her body is hunched over from under the widest and ugliest coat in the world. My friend says that he is 40 years old and has never been married. Nobody wants him these days. Right there, my friend and I make a big decision for life, that we will never become a 40-year-old single girl. Honestly, I make a promise to myself that I will not be 40 years old at all. These days, I am 40 years old and single! A lie, why didn't I think about my friend's sister-in-law at all after that day, just now that I was going to write on the back cover, I remembered and grabbed my memories again. Caused by being a 40-year-old single girl or maybe the frustration of not being wanted.
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