Celberity With Retinopathy Of Prematurity

Endechomenon "Back to the Future" Achilles

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I still remember one of the first day in high school.
The beginning of the Iliad, Achilles and his mother crying on the cliff, nymph Navy, which comes and consoles him.
Achilles crying 'cause the carry away Briseis, the tradition wants love, truth' is that of Briseis not give a shit. Achilles cries' cause has been an order.
His honor and 'wounded, he and' the most 'cool of the Achaeans, so it can' be quest'onta.
Then she cries.
And call my mother.

You say, but then it is' an idiot. NO!
Why 'you explain that for the ancient Greek heroes had to be exaggerated in all.
Screaming, laughing, eating like ten men.
love as ever.
Weep, then, as anyone.

Sara '. But what put us
. Put that was dressed as a woman to not go to war. Put the character of Achilles' played by Brad Pitt that because his feet are ugly you change your shoes and you put the boots ... Put it fails to reach a turtle ...

Put all this and more for me and Achilles is a pussy.

Here I said it.

a pussy that if he had two more grams of brain 'would put a plaque or something on the heel and on.

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He does not answer, he continues to do what 'they want. I get nervous, I can not stand, do not want it. Muzzle muzzle. The power, however, 'and' mine: that of physical strength and stature. Escape slapping, threatening looks, kept crying and then exploded. Inside (of me) taking a strange almost uncontrollable mechanisms, followed by feelings of guilt for the same amount, maybe inside there 's only so much misunderstanding of aggression, submission and unconscious resistance. I'm talking about me and my son almost five years.
The spiral of violence and nervousness is likely to continue for a long time. If there were words that occurred providential by an adult, paid by the state, who looks after my son every day in a public place not far from home. He tells me (through a third person) that my son and 'still small, you can not' pretend you are eating alone, that dress, that they wash, which behaves like a child of 6, 7 years ... operations are complex, he is still missing in the concentration on the target ... It 'takes very little. There I could get by myself, but I got there. I calmed down, I saw my son as a young child, in need of constant support and encouragement, not as a lazy, uncaring, arrogant adult who does not respond, which is another, and claims that it does not help. This thing was there before my eyes: instead of running things and demand dictated personal anxiety (adult) I had better stop and think a little 'more'.
And to think that he, the child is crazy about me.