Paternity beyond genes

Welcome father’s month The day was perfect, sunny, the light breeze flapped smoothly my skirt but my guts burned. Jorge appeared at the door with unusual paleness. A couple of glances between him, I and the curls of my eldest daughter who at that time was

Killer Marksmanship.

If my brother Bernardo had been born at this time, he would surely have been diagnosed for having ADHD or hyperactivity, but by the time he was born he was just another child full of energy. Nowadays seems like parents to minimize the accountability of

The perfect lady

I was going back home on a bus, the window was open and the breeze with the view were a delight. Around that time we used three definitions in the traditional jargon: “Ganga”, which is referred to the oldest and therefore the cheapest bus; “the