It is already May and the mango season is here!!! To me happiness smells like mango just because it reminds me my grandma Beatriz Madera Cano. I have never seen a happiest person eating them.
Aug 12, 2013 from Cameroon
He ran toward me and pounded my shoulders with his fists. He slapped, kicked and yelled at me. “What is your problem?” he screamed. “You have to leave that church!”