And the prof. said: "I want a conversation with your mother," Losing the tangent Indents still recovering from the holidays - all during the holiday break because of health except you, who skipped inside and outside the hospital with blood poisoning in progress and a febbriciattola mixed with pain that made you merengue dance for two full months - sluggish, tired, lost weight and as a tea rose.
drag you for days and in a fit of pride mixed with a sense of duty single-parent you can gather enough energy to form the school outfit capable of making your first child as worthy of note and super sports car. Buy the necessary and the unnecessary wasting the equivalent of a trip Siberian, Trans-Mongolian, Transatlantic. You see six empty but confident and motivated.
September and that it comes from a torrential rain and 40 degrees in the shade begins the long-awaited new school year. She is happy and you, mother, are you happy. If
while struggling, do you feel you can do it, and gradually falls in the rituals and rhythms schematic: an alarm clock, breakfast, the advance preparation of the meal, the dogs pee at 6.00 am, the office, lunch break and then tasks e. .. Mom what does this mean? mother how to spell this one .... a bit 'crumpled but we do.
Pass the first, second, the third day ... but a notice on the parent-school diary BREAKS your order tossing disarray. Thought of babycots in a deceptive calm at least until the delivery of mid-semester school report and instead the categorical imperative as externalization of un'ottuagenaria break any old romance: "I urgently need to speak with her. Prof. Hubert von Fraustadt"
thoughts range from the most unlikely hypothesis will be that I am not yet accustomed to being a mother ... or is that the professors have never had a great feeling ... but I really can not explain what could be the so urgent after only three
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3 ,
III miserable school days ??????
three hypotheses most imaginative and popular:
- My daughter was kidnapped by aliens and his clone took his place among the high school;
- the infant has been nominated for a Pulitzer;
E 'immediately.
begin to think about how easy it was to be children ... even though my daughter to force me to twenty years to useless, incomprehensible, and conversations with my mother raving about how
red the red and black, the black
... but so be it. I do this "status" still not got used to me, I look bad .... makes wrinkles from all sides .... We cohabit the way I know it's not so bad, but then one day, someone in what was to be a harmless day of September to decide your sgrullare violently but to let you tumble to the ground, face down, and in a moment here to peep atavistic doubts and uncertainties.
The interview is fixed uniquely as mandatory and, without warning, the next day to the statement.
all night brooding on how to approach the teacher and following the inspiration deCervantes Mesozoic-ca decided to assume the unlikely role donchisciottiani whatever the cost and support your children.
Son barrel blind ........ intelligence and talkative, I became one of the tiny spinning blades. I say nothing. I nod. I'm off defeat.
S horrid and pretend nothing happened. To pretend that football is not a violet color the faded my translucent skin. Be impenetrable and convince me that my personality is a gaoler and not a summand minuend. Learn to live a time and a place that does not belong to me. Imagine someone in to take longer cryptic silences the sound of my voice. Defeat all pursuing it vigorously. Nell'immoto hope that my steps take me away from here, from this carnage unresolved. But above all, smile and pretend nothing happened. 
