I remember two moments of extreme happiness in my life. Or three. The first is in my childhood, I can not say that I had an excellent pass, on the contrary, it was marked by shortcomings. But every night dad would arm chairs with an old sheet, and we would get under it with mom while we played. That was a spaceship, and he was the commander in charge while I was his apprentice, following the right orders to achieve "excellence". He said to me, "all right, agent Western, You will be a great successor to this Captain."
To which mom congratulated me and told me that she was proud of me. I felt very happy, it was as if I had a very important achievement. But mom also took her place to help in the game and did not understand why she did not want to be captained someday. "No, honey, I am well f
