And being a parent is that too. This is done with recklessness to believe immortal, free from any responsibility, parenting is learning that is responsible. Not guilty. But sometimes the limit is not always easy to determine. "When I think that I am the author of his days, terrible days he spent on Earth, it is I who brought him, I want to ask forgiveness."
That is why the book of Jean-Louis Fournier's beautiful. That's why it often tears. But these are not tears of pity, as he fears rather selfish tears because we weep to see so clearly in his mirror. Uncompromising, he tells jealousy to see others "normal" children, his escape temptations to escape the burden of all the regrets he has not been able to share with them the regrets of all they will not have known "combine the first person singular and indicative of this verb in the first group. aimer" It's sad, it's shameless and it's true.