Mr. proud > Blind It was so uncomfortable.
At work, we have a single mom who loves to praise her unique and unique child. He does it loudly, without apology and honorably.
Constantly shows everyone his photo: here we are in school, here we get sick and the doctor, here we went on a journey.
And here I go on a day in the area, and a bunch of small ones run past me, and one is louder than everyone else, and also smokes.
I look, and my face is familiar. And on the machine: Seed, do not argue with the mate.
He looks at me and asks in complete silence, “How do you know me?”
I didn’t think of anything wiser to say except, “Hello Mom.”
Only now I understood why everybody around me was wild.