_Sitting in the dark room, when no one around, I cried...
_Finally, all the children went to bed. Cindy was not in the family, beside the father's duty, I had to bring mother's responsibility. I washed for my two small children, chimed in when they yelled, ran around, laughed and threw toys everywhere. Then, tired of naughty tricks, they rolled on the bed and asked me to scratch for each of them in 5 minutes. Finished, I got the guitar, started to sing the carols as usual and ended with "The small nice horses" - the song my children liked best. I sang and sang, with smaller volume and slower rhythm until both of them were in deep of sleeping...
_After divorced, I got the duty to bring up those two. I said to myself that I would try to get them the normal life as former, when they were still in their mom's arms. I was always happy when I saw them. I usually noticed their activities. All the things had been always done in every nights were still kept, except that Cindy's absence. Many nights passed like that....
_I sang very slowly, monotonously, tried not to sing loudly at the last lyrics. Then I walked gingerly out of the room, shut the door lightly and went downstairs....
_I set quietly in the room, and noticed that it was a long time when I had a time for myself like this. Back to home after working, I had to cook, and served. Then, I washed the dishes and answered all my children's questions, those quests only wanted me to pay more attention to them. I helped the neighbor's child was in grade 2nd to do her math exercises, helped my children to draw and join the pictures. Then washed, scratched, told stories, sang for them and this was the time for myself. Hum...m...m....I could relax and found the interest in the peace....
_And I'm tired, brought the heavily responsibility, worried about the bills at the last day of month, the most quests for my family life still kept me in its arms..........
This is the part 1.....have a nice looking...
