“My small sleepy angel / who course to the sky you marched / to look for in white clouds the celestial small house and God / of love you filled the space / that in the Earth you perfumed no longer / listens to your laughter/you soul and your body is not”… sad, painful, painful, terribly anxiously incomprehensible, all that and much more feels a man when it loses a son of only a year and four months of life and agraba the picture considering that his physical disappearance, was tragic, that an automobile upsetting its defenseless small body and I finish with its life of angelito. Nothing is worse in this one life, case like which one of in a million occurs, destroys everything, the family is stunned and costs long time to leave that desgarrante situation. The nights are interminable, the insomnia is a constant and in the first six months of accident one it moves like zombi. The mother undergoes horrors, the father becomes the fort, but later by the corners she spills his contained tears. She does not matter here who had to take care of it or no, we are analyzing the concrete fact, because it was an accident. like will have been left the man who ran over it? , they said and the father? , that displeases how will have been left the lady of whom ran over the baby? , and the mother of the baby? , because it yes who underwent the unspeakable thing, but hardly removed to anger with her s 22 years, and returned to be pregnant to bring another son to the world. Both they wished it with fervor. It was born a baby, everything a Sun and returned the joy. But intimately the nights will continue being interminable, because the loss of a son is a terminal blow, hardest. “My small sleep angel / wo course to the sky tou marched”