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  • My son
    My beautiful son is different
    His eyes are brown when they wander restlessly from sentence to sentence
    His hair is like a rebellion against the square bureaucrats

    When he was 3 years old, a four year old boy came up to him and said: I'm not playing with brown children.
    When he was 6 years old a new friend of him asked if he could touch my son's hair.
    When he was 9 years old he had to know if the world was dangerous because he was not blonde.

    My beautiful son is also normal.
    He is an annoying conqueror when he challenges my opinions.
    His thinks homework is overrated and pokemon is undervalued.
    Mathematics is not in his dreams and tidying up is a strange language.
    His life has just begun on a path, I hope he will not stumble too much where he walks.
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