Monday, July 19, 2004



The little girl is sleep. I have time to brush my hair. In the mirror I look. The woman I do not know.
Maryam writes: You work hard my dear. Roger writes: Your starting to drink Coffee, is part of getting old.
Sepideh calls to see how am I doing.
Elham sends a message: isn't it late to be up so late (she is 2 hours behind.).
My brother says: I love you sis.
P: I love the little girl so much. We are good parents.
The little girl is sleep.
I brush my hair. In the mirror I look. The woman I do not know.