I Have. The book is named Angela's ashes, a remarkable childhood memoir of an Irish man called Frank McCourt that helped me to cherish my own childhood; however lame or painful it was (the sweetness was there to be remembered). You shoud try searching for one, and it could be anywhere that you might not even expect. I was rummaging among the dusty computer science books in the faculty library when i spotted a small group of unrelated books in smaller sizes on the shelve. Some of them tha...

When i was ten going on eleven and my little sister seven going on seven and a half, my family had quite a hard time with my father not having a steady job in the factory he's working in. There was a time he decided to follow one of his friends to collect canes deep in the forest so that he could sell it to the local furniture manufacturer nearby. My mother was extremely worried about him and said there was a fat chance even if my father was very thin that he would not come out of the forest ...

this is my first time ever blogging in my life. so i just want to say hi to anyone who had been accidently spotting my site. time is not allowing me to think and to write right now because i'm quite in a hurry for something unavoidable. just hoping that anyone would hang on to me and i'll tell why the title up there is going about 'a mother's love'.Bye bye!