Thanks to the tendency to anticipate the times that characterizes Aquariums (and annoy the traditionalists Toro, and also the future biological grandparents and Grandpa Putative) have been a forerunner of the only child of parents forties. When I was born was not used at all, so much so that my peers whose mothers and fathers of my age invariably had at least a couple of older brothers (much more) to wave under the nose. Them, these boys and girls were incidents along the way, came uninvited to the carelessness of Ogino, I was the brainchild desperately poor and they blessed me. They were not the object of great attention, or rather their parents, samples of complacency, we believe that we need to, given the category membership of the unexpected (not too welcome), could rely on some sort of immunity against a wide variety of bad luck. A little 'how to say: be' if fate would have it, this child was born (not required) means that it is his intention that the world will remain. Ergo not anything terrible will happen. Consequently, there is no need nor to look at sight, or to take him to the pediatrician every two to three, or to force him to eat spinach and steak, or to panic if jumping from a wall, it splinters or a permanent incisor has the breath of apple spoils the acetone.
envied them spasmodically these boys and girls to the big brothers, the donuts at snack (For me fat ham with whole grain bread), the possibility of crashing your bike without them did an affair of state. I always put my hand corner and when something unpleasant happened to me I had to arrange to hide it not to hear the moans. If I could not, for example in case of fracture, severe burns, first-love-that-shall-not-want-to-know-me (right? So you read me, but be careful, I have not forgiven ) I had to be the one to console them, to show strong, tear gas from the barrel. This
my hard fate Desperately Wanted (which never came) was made small by my grandmother, a little 'laugh a little' angry in earnest, trying to persuade my mother to be a little 'less apprehensive, a little' less stuffy.
Her name was Ida and she had a soft mass of white hair from which the light through a vial of cachet "Blue Note", pulled out bluish reflections. She wore lace gloves and hats with veils that did not use more but that she considered the ultimate seduction. She loved cats, never missed a number of Marieclaire, had two husbands and an unknown number of boyfriends.
She became my mother's mother 20 years naturally, without ever knowing nor spasmodic need to have a child or the shock of discovering the pregnant beyond planning.
in his house full of flowers, baskets, lamps covered by shawls, pictures, books, playing cards, a table of friends was large, rectangular, with four drawers. On one of these, the first right turning his back on the chair with flowers, Ogibogi, goblin-kind when it is said that the fortune-lived among the strawberry plants of the garden, had cast a spell so if you opened, and were Rossana gianduiotti, fondant flavored fruit and liquorice wheels (with a lump of sugar in the middle), a little 'a hundred pounds, pencils, markers, stickers, trading cards in a sealed envelope, and if by chance it was Sunday, the Corrierino . I could take what I wanted. The drawer was mine, my grandmother her guardian.
The contents of the drawer was inexhaustible, and my own grandmother could not understand so much abundance. I have a white table with drawers. In these days we will clear one of its chaotic content. The fodererò lined paper with green and cardinal red flag. Then I'm going to try Ogibogi to tell him to keep ready: a brief must make a leap here from me, I need your intervention. I need a new baby on the way to magic drawer. I feel that under some strawberry plants (even those in a jar at the supermarket, because of orchards around there is not) find the elf. And I say yes, it is nice.
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