LILIBETH

"Teachers and I are delighted with Lilith, your daughter is a responsible girl, educated and very intelligent," she smiled. Megan Wilson smiles back at me, she really is a beautiful woman. The resemblance with her daughter is amazing, same almost white skin, green eyes, blonde, fine features and Elegant. I'm sure that when Lilith is an adult she'll be like her, not just in appearance, but in talent. The Wilson family is the pride of the people, everyone knows them. She, a famous historian, professor at the most prestigious university in the country, her husband, Michael Wilson, one of my favorite writers, his dark novels, mysterious and full of culture, they are simply fascinating. "Ah! And thank you very much for letting her participate in the after-school workshops" smiling again, it's impossible not to smile when you see that woman. Lilith helps me in the arts and music workshops in the afternoons, there are very few people targeted but we still We had a good time. She's like a box of surprises, she's not just the girl who best draws throughout high school, but also plays piano, clarinet, guitar, cello, harp and the other day he told me he had taken an interest in the flute. So soon I could tell you how wonderful a picture of Miró was as to tell you a simple phrase that left you thinking all day. She's a girl with a lot of potential. Normal, with the parents he has. "There's no need to give them, she's happy to help," she tells me with her voice always quiet and as soft as honey. My wristwatch sounds announcing that the tutoria is over. I feel pretty bad because I enjoyed being with her. Not in a romantic sense... but almost.  "Well, it's been a pleasure" we shod hands and left the classroom with his elegant and tight red dress wreaking havoc on my imagination. I sigh deeply and sit back in my chair. Having so many tutorias stress enough, it's almost over course, three few months separate me from the freedom and I must meet with all the parents to tell them how their children are going. Megan Wilson is the third mother I spoke to today, and it has certainly been the most nice ; the first one kept making me the ball so that I would be flexible with her son and the second has already been angry about the last note of her daughter's exam. And even my day isn't over, I have to pick up my daughter, correct and look for some things online for Monday's class. I put on my jacket, I take my briefcase full papers and I leave high school. In the distance I can distinguish the blonde and wavy mane wiggling at the slight comton of Megan Wilson's walks. I get in the car and drive to my sister's house, where I left my daughter Elsa to take care of her this afternoon. My sister is very heavy but still the I want to. Every time she sees me she asks me if there are, as she says, "some little woman special in my life." Since I split up three years ago, I've been insisting that find a partner to help me raise Elsa, who loves me, blah blah blah. I knock on the door and open my little girl in a dinosaur costume? Blue lizard? I don't know, my sister's always giving her costumes. This one was definitely new.  "¡Dad!" he throws himself into my arms and I take it I almost put one in... antenna?... in the eye.  "What did your lya disguise you for this time? I ask him, entering the house while I close the door with one foot. "Ant," I stare at the costume carefully, if you look at it, I'll look at it muuucho could be an ant. Mary, my sister, gives me a brief hug.  "Are you staying for dinner? "Me says smiling. "Maybe another day, today I have a lot of work," I leave Elsa on the ground and she runs even her little backpack. "Thank you for taking care of her.  "You know there's no problem," he caresses my arm. Mary loves to take care of Elsa, since she can't have children. I was very brief with my sister about trival things. I ride my daughter in the car and we go home. We get to the apartment, I leave Elsa watching the drawings on TV and I go to my small office to work. Correcting Latin student projects is like discover a new Rosetta stone; decipher the strange signs, understand what put, even finding whole new words. I spent my two good hours correcting, until Elsa knocks on my door singing I was hungry. I make dinner and sit down to eat on the couch watching TV, well, she was watching TV, I just immersed myself in my mind while my eyes looked at SpongeBob The Wilson family is attractive. My mind always ended up thinking about them. Always I faithfully followed Megan's work, her findings, her lectures... on my shelf rested the eleven books written by Michael, and in a folder on my desk I had kept the drawings that Lilith once made for an exhibition on mythology, the twelve main gods in all detail and mastery embodied.  "So, can I, Daddy?" It's my knee. Blinking coming out of my world and I look at my little girl. He looks at me with bright eyes and a big smile on his little Face. "Hey... what if you can what?" I ask you something embarrassed. "Weren't you listening to me?" snaught eyes offended. "I'm sorry... was centered on SpongeBob" I point to the TV and it falls into my soul to feet seeing that SpongeBob was over earlier.  "Already" swell the mofletes. I take it and I feel it on my lap. "Okay, now Dad's listening to you, tell me"  "That tomorrow is Sarah's birthday and she has invited us to her aunt's pastry shop, that if I can go" it gives me puppy eyes. How illusory of me! I'm so happy because at last had finished the tutorias and tomorrow was Saturday, perfect day to throw me on the couch to rest...how helpless these Ulysses, in the face of hard life, at the mercy of a child 7 years old! Obviously, I agreed.