His mother,
my sister, is the youngest of my family and I still remember when she was born.
She was pretty and delicate, and to me she looked like a piece of glass, like a
treasure that I had to take care. She showed me a new world, a world in which
existed defenseless beings, it was a world unknown to me when I was 3 - 4
years old.
When my
sister became pregnant, she was 15 years old, and I felt that part of my life
was broken. I didn't know what to say, to do, to think, I even felt that I
failed as big sister and that my sister's life was finished. But these feelings
and thoughts began to disappear, because my mother stayed with us throughout
the process. However, still today I can say that I feel a little guilty for
that situation...
| Christopher. |
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| Mother and son. |

