Honey today, I would love to tell you about my childhood and

parents.

I lost my parents in a plane crash when I was 10 years old. I grew up in an

orphanage home because I happened to be the only child till the death of my
parents.

I have no brother and i have no sister. my only brothers and sisters were the
orphans in the orphanage home.

I try to overcome difficulties, because I can't go to a good school because my

parents are dead. I was denied by my relatives. I cried all day and night praying
to God.

I miss my mother and my father so much. they always appear in my dreams to comfort
me, encouraged me to be strong.

I can see the tears in my mother's eyes every time they seem to appear to me in my
dream. .

I was adopted by a childless Generous couple who helped me. They took me as their
own child and put me in the military school at doctors department.

I later joined the army fully because I have no other choice. I need to survive.

Few years later, i met my late beautiful wife when I was invited to attend a
birthday party. we became close friends, and we got married. And later we gave
birth to my lovely and handsome son.

My wife and my Son were my life and my priorities. Both of them were my only best
friends. I love my wife so much, she always love me to tell her jokes

She likes every joke I share with her. She was my wife, my lover, my best friend,
my partner, my sister and my life. In fact my world revolved around her.

I lost my wife 4 years ago to an accident .I was at the mall buying her gifts for
her birthday when i recieved a call my wife was knocked down by a vehicle. I rushed
down and she could not make it, she died right in my arms.

My world collapsed immediately. Because the most beautiful woman, my love has been
snatched by death. She was my life, I wish i could give up my life for her just for
her to live.

I wanted to commit suicide, but I could not. because I needed to live only to take
care of my Son because I never want my little child to suffer just as I suffered in
an orphanage home.

For this, I promise myself that I must mourn her for four years which i have
already I done. I fought so hard just to make sure that I take proper care of my
Son and to make sure that he does not lack anything in life

I sent my son to New York City my home town for his school education, because when
he was schooling in the Chicago Illinois, he usually cry back home because his
friends and class mates mock and laugh at him just because his mother is dead and
this really hurt me so much.

Yes, I think this is the end of my story. I am eager to true love and my Son is
longing to find true love, care and support of a mother too and he craves for a
woman who he can call Mom.

My heart beat for you on the first day I saw your photos. You occupied my mind
completely . I love you .