"Okay, where do you want me to hang it?" I asked, marveling at his painting.

"I don't know…" His lips twitched.

"Wherever you want, sweetie.

It was decided to put it in our living room. The landscape made a wonderful contrast with the white wall. I hugged him on the shoulders, while we remained immersed in the painting.

"I'm proud of you, Isaac.

"Thank you, mom" he said, then looked at his watch. I'm late for school!

“Yes, I know, I know... Grab your backpack and we'll go” He snorted looking for her, I stayed in my place watching him run up. Like any Monday, nothing strange was the rush my little boy was in. Aware of his slavery to punctuality, I took the car keys and my phone. I didn't want him to get hysterical, any more than I already do.

I drove through the city, enduring the terrible morning traffic. I put on a song to calm Isaac down, he kept repeating that he was going to miss an important exam.

“Mother! I'm not supposed to have a nine, if I'm late, then the teacher will deduct