He comes to bed with his taza and extends it to me saying, “Take your mother, for you need her more than I do.” He gave me his present because we bought him a new cup during the holidays, but telling me that he will do me a better service than him.

Then, when we tell him that we have to walk early to see the regattas of La Concha, he reminds us that at eleven o’clock in the morning it is the turn of the girls. Even my eldest daughter had already approached us in bed. And she asks her father if the best of the women’s rounds will make her faster than the men of Donostians... We had to answer him no... and the little one, put his legs on his father who was lying in bed, pulls both his arms and tries to climb his ass up to his father's back, insisting that he will manage to climb on his father and be as much as the man.

Every Sunday, we’ve been reading the press next door, first on the beach, and then after lunch. I read in one a letter from a parent with an autistic four-year-old son about how little help and how lonely they feel about being accused. And suddenly, I remember the words of an acquaintance who had a chancellor in the womb. He told me that they have managed to eradicate the cancer, that they have done all the cleaning with radiotherapy (without the need for chemo), that they have been thin in the last months and that it is easy to say to the neighbor, “you must be harder than ever” or “it is over, since they have left you very clean, now, to enjoy life!”. When evil is on the roofs of others, it is said that many sweets come out of us beautiful words, great words, and how difficult it is to carry on life in that state... “We all live in our own world,” he told me, “apart from the doctors I have found very little consolation in the area...” The responsibility. The

responsibility. My responsibility has prevailed. The responsibility is not to build a society full of blind people. Believing in blindness and strengthening it... On
the trail, when we went for a hike around the mountain, because the two little ones had to go with skates, we went to a quiet place where there is a red path. The children left before us. Some time later, we saw the three children on the floor doing some work or something. We found out that the smaller one had fallen as we approached, a relatively large fall. That he's scratched his knee and started bleeding. By the time we arrived, the wound was washed with water from a nearby fountain and with some clean slices collected from the ground, thanks to a rubber of hair on the head they had prepared the mountain bandage on the knee...

And I understand that responsibility must be for those who have no resources. Although the events of some with resources are also very harsh.

Those who have the resources know how to smile, pose challenges and face them, and find solutions.
At bedtime, I premiered the “smiling face” and... I became responsible.