He was watching the second half of an exciting game. It was a sunny holiday. By noon, his wife was dealing with something in the kitchen, lying with her seven-month-old daughter in front of the television.
Nice weather opened the window to let it in. Her daughter barely recognizes the colors, and she gets tired of the match, so she fights her way. He knew what he had to do.
Junior took up and stood up, and one eye on the screen of one baby in the baby, began to play with her daughter. The game was a game of sputtering the hearts of old parents. The little one had so much fun that her laughter was heard from the kitchen. Everything he ever did, struggling with life, struggling to complete his education, trying to keep his job, setting up his own house and family, everything as if it were for this painting.
She looked so perfect, she was so happy she wondered why. For a moment he was convinced that happiness standing before him belonged to someone else. That ominous moment came to his mind, how quickly he could change everything, whether he would throw the baby through the open window or not.
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