few days ago I happened to stroll from there, a stock of recycled things where my mom she is a volunteer. I've brought a couple of broken screens for PC, hoping that their engineers are able to repair them and resell them. The proceeds of the objects will be adjusted and re-sold to fund a project in Sri Lanka.
When I arrived I was greeted by a boy amber skin, which helped me to download the screen.
The boy working there as a handyman, and Sinhalese and is deaf and dumb. The funny thing is that my mother speaks to him as if he felt fine. When I arrived, in fact, said "she's my daughter." Obviously, he did not hear a fucking thing I just wanted to point out. To make them understand the concept, at that moment it seemed relevant, I and my mom we approached, we hugged and we showed our likeness.
Me and my mom, in fact, we are alike in many ways. We have the same smile, same eyes, and the same character as shit: idealistic, uncompromising, edgy and prone asociality. But she is driven by a healthy pragmatism, which usually appreciated by most, but I am looking and wankers.
The boy, when neighbors saw us, smiled and mentioned a nod. Then went to bring the screens inside the warehouse. Come back, to show that he understood, he has smiling look at and picked up his arms like rocking a baby. I was excited.
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