Saturday and Sunday I was out all day, walking with mom and dad. At sea, the park, in a center square, watching the people and children playing in the street and pulling confetti carnival to see the light, the sun and sleep outdoors. I enjoyed fresh oxygen, the sea breeze, the loud noise of the people around me. I carousel cradled in the new sounds and movements.
Then, just returned home last night I started to cry a desperate cry that has lasted for nearly two hours. I had no words to say what and where I felt bad and my only way to express myself was to cry, leaving those around me free to go wild in a variety of diagnoses and interpretations.
And so my parents thought of before with colic, but then saw that my stomach was deflated but hard, then some have suggested that tooth was about to sprout prematurely. They also thought that it was taking too much air or iodine the cause of my arousal, but in the end I thought I put a stop to their imagination when I quieted suddenly, and I dozed off out of the blue and I slept for more than five consecutive hours.
At any moment in the house and entered the calm, while I slept, I did not do nothing but prepare to live a new day. A new, next day of life, with no particular expectations, not knowing what will happen and how I will. Like a flower that blooms at dawn and you can enjoy the sun until sunset.
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