Who attends our center was involved and often put to the test last year, at the choice of primary school and Miche. Today I realize that probably it was a purely selfish concerns, but Max and I were damned to find a school that made the modules in the morning only to keep Miche home in the afternoon. We start work at 16, leaves school at 16.30, meaning to our school full time for us not to see Miche except on weekends.
Obviously we did not find the school that just did in the morning and we adapted: Every lunch time we go to Miche, we bring it home to eat, bring him back for the last 2 hours ... Miche for the serenity of this and more, of course, but ...
-Mamma look, I must speak
We are in the car, out of school. Tell me
-Miche, has something happened?
-I would stay after school
...
...
-I did not understand ... I say with a trembling voice
-I want to be in school. Go after school with Matthew. I like a girl (?????????!!!!!!!!!!!)
...
...
Now, seeing his first classmate I had not been defined WOMEN expert not even sure that that girl is. It will be a classmate.
Tonight at dinner, Miche the hammer again.
-Mother, by chance I've written notice sul quaderno che io rimango al doposcuola?
-No, Miche, al doposcuola ti devo iscrivere e la scadenza è ormai passata (speriamo se la beva...)
-Oh no... che peccato. Come faccio a vederla?
Mi guarda con gli occhioni da lemure sbattendo le sue lunghe ciglia
Mi si chiude il cuore e mi sento una farabutta che sta spezzando un cuoricino piccolo e tenero.
Interviene mia mamma con la sua saggezza di nonna.
-Miche, scusa, ma la ragazza che ti piace è di prima?
-Ma nooooo, nonna! E' più grande!
-Ah, ma grande quanto?
-Eh, come le altre maestre!
*___*
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