Fraternity Hazing Blog

I have a little 'fever.

The fever makes me think of my mother, like pajamas.

I can not often when I was growing up did. I was always a fever, with high peaks of pure delirium, when I was convinced that I have the little green men walked upon. Once I was so sure that these little green men were walking on my belly, I began to scream. I was lying in my bed, next to the wall with wallpaper that horrible choice by my mother.

I have yet to understand how cynical you can choose the wallpaper with the clown.

However screamed against these things that I wanted to enter the nose. My mother was horrified by some of the other infinitely amused. The finger pointed the finger at a screaming "You do not understand!" that, looking back now, makes me laugh, too.

"Martha, there is no little green men. "

" How bad have a mother who does not understand his daughter, "I said eight years, with the curls in his face and a pout infinite.

face something that I took down a fever, I began to eat.

Sometimes I think back to little green men, the hallucination in which they are most fond of.

And I remember that event, every time I remember with affection, understanding and patience of my mother.

superiority and the ' attention.

The incredible ability to keep me from making mistakes, and the silence without a trial when I chose to have it.

And I'll remember the strength That You Gave Me.