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  • My heart was broken the other night when you cried huge tears and told me "1st form was too much". Reading and writing long words... "I don't want to go to school anymore, mom", you said. Little face all wet. Mouth open, no teeth. And you cried and cried in your spiderman pijamas. I wanted to die. I hugged you and told you you would succeed, first form is not kindergarten, is not easy, learning takes time... "You write beautifully, I've seen you", I said. But you kept on crying inconsolably until you fell asleep. You earned a star today in school. And you were sooo happy. I am too! You did it, Rami!

    Lo lograste
    Se me rompió el corazón la otra noche cuando llorabas esas enormes lágrimas y me dijiste que primer grado era demasiado. Leer y escribir palabras largas... "No quiero ir más al cole, ma", dijiste. La carita toda mojada. La boca abierta, sin dientes. Y llorabas y llorabas en tu pijama de Spiderman. Me quería morir. Te abracé y te dije que podrías hacerlo, primer grado no es jardín, no es fácil, aprender lleva tiempo... "Escribís re lindo, yo te vi", te dije. Pero seguías llorando sin consuelo hasta que te quedaste dormido. Hoy te ganaste una estrella en el cole. Y estabas taaan contento. ¡Yo también! ¡Lo lograste, Rami!
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