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When my son opened his eyes By Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher Yes, I know, it's wrong. A mother shouldn’t do that to another mother. She should understand. I apologize, I beg her pardon here, on this page, hoping she’ll read it, I can’t do more of that, but it was stronger than me. When she told her daughter loudly that the teacher had complimented her beautiful blue eyes, I couldn’t control myself. I shouldn’t say those dirty words, I know. I say again, I am mortified, but... Is it possible that I always have to understand others? Is there a moment, like a sort of day dedicated to us, mothers of different families, in which the rest of the world must understand us? Let's do that now, then, inside this short story, which has got its favorable outcome the moment I entered the doctor's office to take my Matthew and I found the man standing on the desk trying to do the juggler with his pens. I thought my child had problems… And what problems... What's up...