I come home and feel the tension hanging in the air. My wife seems to not notice that with the dimensions of our apartment is quite difficult. My daughter, who is in third grade, sits next to me and shares the news from school that flows smoothly into the message that two twin sisters from her class are coming to her. They played, ate well, and then watched albums with photos. The classmates said that I was very similar to Uncle Serge, their mother’s friend. He recently gave my mom a car, it's not very big, but good. My name is also Serena.