my life together my son and me

I always said in the same room it will boom

in short my adorable adoption is my life without my sometimes

but he has a god
he loves it
he does everything like him
he wants to be him
he venerates him as the divine and even beyond him

his name is hugh jackman

abstract

he found me and took me 1 year to answer him
but I read it
and he held
the rest is watching us

but the wish of my son
meet him and sing with him

I know my son

and when I have succeeded

he met my bike pedal
a shabby skier
who stole my friend
who made my mother cry

short my son do not know debunked
he sang above
an opera
two gods
petrified me of emotions
there it's done
both together in voices
a heart

and the other took over short gaston without my son
he did not even know the honor of seeing my face in him again
but my son yes
and his god
watching
but the song was finished
curtain

here are the dogs do not make cats
from his adopted father a redhead I almost died

my friend is his god at monfils

even though I lost my friend forever
he was my friend
mine
like my god
like my son
yes he is and will remain my god
the voice of heaven
the music
tapshoes
a body

and too bad if my son wants to be him
I am delighted about it

go nap I do not feel good