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		<title>My Struggling Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 01:21:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a single mom and with two kids. Both of them are girls. Their father died before his twin daughters could wait the chance to see him. He died in a terrible car accident. The sum of money the insurance company had paid me was so little that even could not afford me to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am a single mom and with two kids. Both of them are girls. Their father died before his twin daughters could wait the chance to see him. He died in a terrible car accident. The sum of money the insurance company had paid me was so little that even could not afford me to meet the survival standard. I was so sad at that time that I didn&#8217;t have other energy to sue the insurance company.</p>
<p>I cried myself to sleep almost every night for losing the love of my life. But at this time, my parents and my friends had come to my support. They kept telling me that I had to be strong that I had two kids in my body right now and they were continuation of his love. I had  to  keep them safe until they were born. I should be responsible for them.</p>
<p>Holding this belief, I struggled to give birth to them and I named them Lily and Rose, which were the two flowers their father loved most. But the situation got worse &#8211; I didn&#8217;t have enough money and energy to bring them up! I had to go to work from 8 am to 5 pm. And when the daily work had been done, I had to go to a cafeteria to take another part-time job! The salary is meager so I still had to take other part-time jobs at weekends in order to make ends meet.</p>
<p>I was so worried about these two babies when I went out to work and left them alone at home. Luckily my parents promised me that they could help me taking care of these two babies. All I needed to do was driving them to my parents’ house when I went to work and picked them up when I was after work. I felt so glad.</p>
<p>One day I went after work much earlier than usually. There was still a long time for my next work in the cafeteria. So I decided to go to downtown to do some window shopping, for I had never been to downtown since they were born. When I was passing the <a href="http://www.edhardyclothes.uk.com">ed hardy</a> store, I suddenly was caught by a very beautiful dress inside the window. It reminded me of the old days when he was still alive. On the first date of us, I was also wearing a dress from Ed Hardy.</p>
<p>Whether I should buy this dress or not? I really liked it very much. But just when I was going to buy this, I suddenly remembered that I still have a lot of things to buy for my beloved kids. Then I finally gave up. Maybe one day I would be rich and then I could buy an Ed Hardy again.</p>
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		<title>The Returned Gift</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 02:13:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a spring when a variety of flowers came out and innocent hearts were apt to blossom into flowers. Among all the sweet hearts in this beautiful and vigorous season, the two teenagers&#8217; love may be the most romantic and impressive but rather miserable. Their love permeated fragrant aroma of the orchid but only [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was a spring when a variety of flowers came out and innocent hearts were apt to blossom into flowers. Among all the sweet hearts in this beautiful and vigorous season, the two teenagers&#8217; love may be the most romantic and impressive but rather miserable. Their love permeated fragrant aroma of the orchid but only amounted to drizzling tears with despair.</p>
<p>Daisy was an orphan adopted by a poor peasant family who, however, treated her as their biological child. Unfortunately, the girl had to drop school after she finished the middle school education because she failed to afford the high school. In order to alleviate the burden of her foster parents as well she took a part-time job in a flower shop which had become all her hope in life later due to the encounter with Steven, a cute boy two years senior to her. He lived nearby and often passed the shop without noticing the girl who though paid attention to him for a long time.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">On Mother&#8217;s day, when it was heavily raining outside, Steven should go into the flower shop for a bunch of carnation which was packaged by Daisy.<br />
<img class="aligncenter" title="carnation" src="http://i929.photobucket.com/albums/ad140/hurricanejie/carnaition3.jpg" alt="" width="493" height="370" /></p>
<p>“Few boys buy flowers. Will you present the beautiful carnation to your mother? ”She asked in differently.</p>
<p>“Yes, it is Mother&#8217;s Day today and my mother is crazy about flowers, so I want to give her a surprise today.&#8221; The boy answered with a nonchalant smile.</p>
<p>&#8220;Your mother must be very happy.&#8221; Daisy said with her liquid eyes staring at him &#8220;, It is raining outside, but you don&#8217;t have an umbrella. You can use mine.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;It is very kind of you.&#8221; the boy said with a sweet smile and accepted the umbrella.</p>
<p>From this day on they became good friends. Steven would go into the flower shop on his way home and chatted with Daisy. Steven was a single parent child and his father passed away in a traffic accident when he was 8 years old. They shared their bitter stories with each other.<br />
Day by day, Steven found himself fallen in love with the little girl who was also admirable of him but was too shy to tell him the truth. He wanted to present the girl with a Pandora bracelet in token of love.<br />
It was a shame that he was also a little shy and then asked his good friend to send a elaborately-wrapped Pandora bracelet to the girl. However, unexpectedly, the girl asked for a sick leave for a few days and went home which was a little far away for the him to go there. Then he asked the shop owner for her telephone number.<br />
He was very anxious at the girl with the returned bracelet. With great courage, he made a phone call to her family, and her mother answered the call after a long silence “She has left us the day before. Thank you for your concerning. You are the boy called Steven? She often mentions you on the telephone.&#8221;  &#8220;Yes, it is me. But I have never realized she was badly ill. What a shame!&#8221; he said with a great deal of remorse</p>
<p>&#8220;I want to extend my sincere appreciation for your care for my Daisy when I am not around her. But you are a little late. She has gone and will never come back again. “Her voice was shaking with grief. The boy couldn&#8217;t control his tears and hung up.</p>
<p>He came home and sat in front of the table with his eyes fixed on the Pandora bracelet in despair. It was his puppy love. He had never loved other girls and never sent any gifts to girls because he was too shy, which may be the reason why they became good friends to confide in each other.But she was gone. He would never meet a girl like this.</p>
<p>The Pandora bracelet has been a symbol of their love. The unforgettable days they spent together sprang into his mind at the sight of the bracelet.</p>
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