I woke up with a light one to shake… My mother was very euphoric… its eyes was in tears… In that hour I did not obtain to
understand which age the reason… … but everything was if becoming clearly with the time… On the chair it was my clothes of sunday… My mind did not obtain to
understand… was not sunday! Clothes of sunday in full monday? With its always affectionate skill my mother asked for that I arranged myself… … she did not want that I arrived behind… Already arranged, as she was herself for the mass, she is that I could perceive the reason of everything that… On the table they were a small notebook, a pencil and a rubber… My God, was my first day of lesson! There the
happiness of my mother… or part of it was the reason of all…. I had 5 years and 11 months of age… (almost 6, as my mother said)… My teeny heart started to beat immense… It was a compound of happiness and fear… My small world was if exaggerating… … but I trusted my mother… In the door of the school, after very walking, my mother still cried… … it was the happiness overflowing… And I? I felt a man! (laughs) Teeny, a small boy , eyes similar the almond , face of who want col… … but a man felt to me… Still I remember its words before going for line… - My son, is my present greater here… uses with wisdom! … and I cried… Marcelo Luis Dos Santos Antonio