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From my window
My boss told me, convinced that the problem is not having a child, but who can you trust to care once you touch back to work. For this to be a woman I can yo-anything-entails the availability of a multidisciplinary team help you in raising children, of course. must form a new nuclear family: Your partner (at best), a grandmother of those delivered with good humor, the fun aunt, uncles unconditional care or the lullaby. Then the doctor, the therapist, the ballet teacher, football coach, the storyteller, the moms signs, the swimming teacher, music teacher and the Wii as relevant relatives, to name just a few members.
Help. Helpful. Playing the self is so corny and demode. I remember once, in the midst of a horrible despair (And so shallow, in retrospect) there in my undergraduate days, that one of my mothers plate, Marielena, consoled me saying not to waste my time to mourn and to keep those tears for the day when it got a lady that could help in the house. Oh, what wisdom mother!
With Sebas could enjoy a job that allowed me flexibility to take your company. With the plump too, despite my tareístico and academic growth. At 3 years old my boy entered the first school, which was only a quarter as we get a more beautiful this year, with high (And teachers known as my mom I could care reloaded) The thin and I were looking at school (so tiny, in the first level of preschool Awwww). We ate ice cream, we walked ... Quite an adventure!
One day, on the way back home, Sebas and I (in duo mode, with no car) got into a truck route Chacao, Los Ruices, those that border the Francisco de Miranda. He was thrilled to sit in a window as they held a (huge, in proportion to height) and best of all, low, basically comfortable and scenic. Sebas, always quiet, calm, sat down and began to register However, looking at everything simultaneously catch that left portal. Passing the Parque Cristal, the mass square of glass that marks the end of the Chacao municipality, said: Mom!, The building is broken!
I feared a collective sound effect as that of the television laugh track. But no, some motherly sighs and the occasional giggle (those that precede the explanations aloud from one who has exhibited in unnecessary justification ex monologue) made that could portray the illuminated face of Sebastian waiting for an explanation according to this terrible thing.
Today, after the 13 seconds available for tasting the sky and the silhouette of Ávila, in minute 20 of my trip got caught in the queue of traffic lights change. In this session, the group shouted angrily Karina. From my window ... what led me to ask for seconds (not remember) what year was that we had to see Karina opening for G Men, and how excited me as a teenager eighties when one of my boys of the soul ( of marrow) told me he was going to work on a theater project with it, the very Karina in person . Before you go on listing more pictures unfortunately how are you, I looked out the window to escape so unreachable shout, yell so much mid-morning, to analyze the inevitable trend I see in some of the drivers of trucks daily route to insist on listening ballads of the eighties (the full CD, so help me!) and lungs.
smiled. There was, capturing clouds and lights, the broken building my Sebas, heritage site in their eyes clean as a child of three years.
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