Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Garage sale of American culture, a street vendor pushers ~ sister

 Before returning home,UGG boots cheap, I went to my sister, sister's children and their home in California.
Sister on Saturdays and Sundays, do not want to stay in the storage lease, and are marked on the price, began to invisible things.
American culture, the English called: garage sale. to literal translation, it becomes: garage sale
then to explain more, that is, the seller to sort out at home last season to clear out of the clothing or something no longer in use, put their own price at the gates of the garden, the garage sale, the seller sometimes because they want to move him to be selling the family silver, some homeowners died, their families to help deal with legacy items, of course,Discount UGG boots, There are other families, such as purely discarded tight, but also some garage sale high original painting, priceless. he made, laughing broken teeth develop after watching Her husband finally decided to go to Hong Kong.
California they would rent a house,UGG shoes, to bring our furniture into the container shipping over the past things can not be left behind into storage with the lease (garage rental / garage lease), that can not be brought in Hong Kong and hold a garage to only deal with the.
Garage sale, is a kind of American culture. my sister and I were single, had done a back, it was in her She sold the second house, I do help her. That day I brought from China to own a long leather sold, dollars sold dozens of pieces.
the sister said, do first garage sale play, and then will be all things to donate. donated more place choices, there is the Red Cross, there are the refugees will have difficulty in areas, with medical treatment, there to be bullied women, children animal charity .... so all.
said his sister, daughter home, with a cry of pleading for his life: thumb, one-sided in my arms, she looked at me and said, turn,UGG boots, it does not turn over ....< br> was tired children to sleep. slightly yellow hair, rolled up, a little wet, hanging attached to the faces of two little angels, they sleep well cooked incense .
the past I really want to eat them both.
I know, to see them in California, is a very distant future, probably.
sister left home, my chest, blocking forward.

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