He can not say my name or anyone. He wakes up every morning not even thinking about what the new day will bring. Look at life from the world of sensations and impressions of a small child. When you hear sound, his head turns and looks the inanimate object with amazement. Looks. Sometimes stretching hands to feel the object in his hands. And best of all: sometimes smiles showing his two little teeth just erupted and getting to illuminate the faces of all those who observe from near and far. He does not know
walk or realize when his dad is driving down the road and he is sitting back, tied on all sides and with a mom and a guy who makes funny faces. Not realize the problems that exist around them. Notes toys surprised that some are blue, some green and others white. Turns head to sounds and when sleep is sensitive to barking of dogs and the shouts of other children.
He does not know when she smiles, transmit life to those who speak ... She can not even say his name ... Perhaps "Matías" seems a simple sound repetitive to whom he must open the eyes and pay attention. But there are things that do not realize ... He knows that when you stretch out your hands and say "come with your uncle," I'll take it in her arms. At that he reached out and smiles in response. He realizes the time I'm talking about and knows familiar voices. Her innocence and joy are characteristics that is starting to show ... He likes to see the colors of the TV and when it is alleged delaying the meal. Not yet realize that we are weak and many thanks to his able to convince us that life has meaning to be lived and developed to the maximum ....
When I grow up I will invite to stay at my house so we can play soccer or go for a bike ride ... We will also go to the cinema and challenge you to play football play station hehehe ... When I grow up I'll ask him to teach me to be a kid again, stepping on the backside when it rains in the winters and surprised that things have colors that are ...
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