Sống Một Mình Không Cô Đơn, Phần 2/6 22 tháng 3, 2012

I went with a taxi driver, he was also very kind, very nicely. But he had one trouble. He smoked and he’s with his son. The son is only about 15. I couldn’t help I was just kind of protective, I felt sorry for the son. I said, “He is too young. I feel like you should be more protective of him. And it’s not love. Love is not like giving anything that the son or dauter wants, but love is to do things that are good for him, and tell him all the good things that he should follow.” Okay! My nice story.