I didn’t want to be that kind of mother and yet I became one

2024-09-11 13:44:16

“Brother, now! All the books are completely ruined!” I heard myself screaming a few days ago. We were on holiday in Portugal. Short digression: I once had a choleric history teacher, Mr. Z., who would always fight at the end of the lesson with his head red and screaming, throwing his hands in an irregular way, with a cold pronunciation because he thought no one came. listening to you.