Every year the same story. At least I hope, when I took the gustito the warmth of the afternoon, when the michi already accustomed to seeing me every morning at home, when all days are like Sunday, when they lost the daily habit of combing ... Shoe! I see a spoiler that says, well, not even prepare:
"Tomorrow classes begin. Are you happy, Tomi?
- Start the Garden! Mamáaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Who will play with Nico? Who will take the square Napo to do Pichin? Do not you think that I will miss michi?
Who will take care of Nico when you go to buy bread?
Who's going to help set the table? Do not you think that money is not enough to send me to school? I can I sacrifice. Who will fill with joy your quiet morning? Who will defend you when you argue with the neighbor because he rang the bell?
an hour. Yes, sir! A full hour was kicking, saying "bam!" And explaining to my mom why it was undesirable that I went to the Garden. But to no avail. She showed me my dust again, the backpack and ready and I said as I scratched capochita:
"You'll see that you will like your new teacher and play with your mates
Garden.
"In short," I said, "all that can save me is that it arrives tomorrow.
"All" he said just my mom. And that was the last thing you talked about the issue.
Of course, that night I could not sleep a wink. Good Will my new teacher? Would you like to play with us? "I'll miss my mom? "We will draw pictures? Will it be like the living room of four? For my four little room was like a warm house with many friends. I have new teammates? Will I have to comb back every day? And if I can not learn to write my name, I challenge you? Do you get angry with me?
never seemed so long way from my house to the garden and the next morning. The more I got closer, more I grew a rarity in the stomach would not let me breathe. Long ago that he did not hand my mom to walk. But this morning, my fingers intertwine with hers and were not let go and when we got to the Garden in front of my classmates last year. In fact, for some strange reason, we, we thought so great, we were all well Pegaditas to the legs of our moms, and dads abus. "They would feel as I do? And do not tell about the little ones. My brother cried like crying every time you change the diaper, her eyes out!
Suddenly, when I thought I would put to mourn as those of three, appeared a big smile and sweet invited into the parlor of five. Just went I noticed it was full of games and curious corners. The teacher told us his name and began to have a lot of fun things were going to do with it. He told the parents, grandparents, uncles and brothers that if they could stay. I, just in case, I told my mom to stay a while. Meanwhile, we began to sing, dance and play. I met new kids, I learned a very fun song, and it seemed so warm living room as four. Then, best of all, the teacher greeted us:
- tomorrow!
- Quéeee "?! Already we go? Mamáaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! When is tomorrow? Otani Laiza
"Tomorrow classes begin. Are you happy, Tomi?
- Start the Garden! Mamáaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Who will play with Nico? Who will take the square Napo to do Pichin? Do not you think that I will miss michi?
Who will take care of Nico when you go to buy bread?
Who's going to help set the table? Do not you think that money is not enough to send me to school? I can I sacrifice. Who will fill with joy your quiet morning? Who will defend you when you argue with the neighbor because he rang the bell?
an hour. Yes, sir! A full hour was kicking, saying "bam!" And explaining to my mom why it was undesirable that I went to the Garden. But to no avail. She showed me my dust again, the backpack and ready and I said as I scratched capochita:
"You'll see that you will like your new teacher and play with your mates
Garden.
"In short," I said, "all that can save me is that it arrives tomorrow.
"All" he said just my mom. And that was the last thing you talked about the issue.
Of course, that night I could not sleep a wink. Good Will my new teacher? Would you like to play with us? "I'll miss my mom? "We will draw pictures? Will it be like the living room of four? For my four little room was like a warm house with many friends. I have new teammates? Will I have to comb back every day? And if I can not learn to write my name, I challenge you? Do you get angry with me?
never seemed so long way from my house to the garden and the next morning. The more I got closer, more I grew a rarity in the stomach would not let me breathe. Long ago that he did not hand my mom to walk. But this morning, my fingers intertwine with hers and were not let go and when we got to the Garden in front of my classmates last year. In fact, for some strange reason, we, we thought so great, we were all well Pegaditas to the legs of our moms, and dads abus. "They would feel as I do? And do not tell about the little ones. My brother cried like crying every time you change the diaper, her eyes out!
Suddenly, when I thought I would put to mourn as those of three, appeared a big smile and sweet invited into the parlor of five. Just went I noticed it was full of games and curious corners. The teacher told us his name and began to have a lot of fun things were going to do with it. He told the parents, grandparents, uncles and brothers that if they could stay. I, just in case, I told my mom to stay a while. Meanwhile, we began to sing, dance and play. I met new kids, I learned a very fun song, and it seemed so warm living room as four. Then, best of all, the teacher greeted us:
- tomorrow!
- Quéeee "?! Already we go? Mamáaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! When is tomorrow? Otani Laiza
• What you felt the first day of school? Who is happy?
Who protested? Who is sad? Why were happy, sad protested or
?
• What happened to Tomi? How did you feel? Why do you feel scared? What things gave
fear?
• Who accompanied Tomi for this special day?
• What about you?
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