the morning I will wake up to the foot of my bed calmly and with a smile. Climbs the ladder of my bunk bed and sometimes slips into my bed and hold me tightly. In his eyes, are always small but now almost touching the feet out of bed. I waited patiently until I get off the bed and then I said "hello, my little one." How long is a day when you work and then runs frantically down the street to return home as soon as possible?, Lasts a lot to me. Sometimes, I know, she is sitting at her desk at school and wonders if the teacher is giving me the proper attention and if I'm quite careful explanation. Today, finally recommenced school meals and she has a small margin of time to pick me up. Mom will come out of school, I just want to see me and try to finally put a face to all my professors, that this year, there are indeed many. Mom can not come to school, because in the morning runs to the office and everything that smacks of my school day, is what I tell him when I get home and she storm of questions. Not communicate easily with teachers, a parent must wait many months before we know the professors. Mom would always tell me many things about the teacher and ask her to follow as possible, because otherwise, once home, it will be late because she can only imagine what was done in the classroom, a teacher is not my mom. If only she could stay a few more days with me and I with her, we could do many things together. When mom is home, a day is so long, if we go shopping together, she on the road, tells me a story and not too tired to do so. When mother works but has many thoughts and his head becomes a pot, what Dumbledore in Harry Potter called "think tank", only that his thoughts about present and future, time is running out for her and every day. When is a holiday or not be in office rimane a fissarmi ed è calma, contenta e serena.....e adesso invece è lì in ufficio che pensa solo a me e a papà e non vede l'ora di tornare a casa per fare i compiti insieme,,,,
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