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Today I found a ladybug in my room. It got in my hand and I went to my yard to leave it there. It was rainning a little bit, and it, instead of get out flying, started to drink from every drop of water of my hand.
It is the kind of things that inspire me and make me keep going...
Hoy me encontré una mariquita en mi habitación. Se puso sobre mi mano y la llevé a mi corral para dejarla allí. Estaba lloviendo un poco y, en lugar de salir volando, se puso a corretear por toda mi mano y se paraba en todas las gotas que encontraba para beber.
Es este tipo de cosas las que me inspiran...
It is the kind of things that inspire me and make me keep going...
Hoy me encontré una mariquita en mi habitación. Se puso sobre mi mano y la llevé a mi corral para dejarla allí. Estaba lloviendo un poco y, en lugar de salir volando, se puso a corretear por toda mi mano y se paraba en todas las gotas que encontraba para beber.
Es este tipo de cosas las que me inspiran...
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File Size 587.2 kB
*sigh*
I had the same feeling when my mom told me to get rid of the kittens our cat just birthed. The cat already killed one of them, I picked the dead and placed it in a bag, and then I picked another one, and it was still breathing. My God it was still breathing. In my hand. Every possible instinct dug inside my genes and nerves got into action. Don't wanna put it in the bag together with the dead one. Oh no. This one is going to survive. Not in the bag.
Cut the story short, I yelled at mom, and convinced her to keep the surviving kittens.
(Um... Sorry for the TMI. I'm a TMI freak.)
I had the same feeling when my mom told me to get rid of the kittens our cat just birthed. The cat already killed one of them, I picked the dead and placed it in a bag, and then I picked another one, and it was still breathing. My God it was still breathing. In my hand. Every possible instinct dug inside my genes and nerves got into action. Don't wanna put it in the bag together with the dead one. Oh no. This one is going to survive. Not in the bag.
Cut the story short, I yelled at mom, and convinced her to keep the surviving kittens.
(Um... Sorry for the TMI. I'm a TMI freak.)
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