Each morning was a hope and each night with their father and mother a golden light in the dark as we rested. My life seemed to float in the clouds as much as I felt when I was with my parents. But in life there are hurricanes that appear as if every minute, hour, day, month, and year of life are gradually diminishing.
Social change is just as natural as a cloud that is stained with black instead of white as a young mosquito. Mom and Dad are like a winged bird and lifeless, lifeless creatures are replaced by tears that fall. It's hard! Oh it's so hard. I am not used to this but my parents always tell me, "One day, we will be well". That's what keeps my mind occupied so I feel good because I know we are family.
Life is like a wheel sometimes above and sometimes below. So sacrificing is a very difficult thing to do in the world.