Sickle Cell Trait More Condition_symptoms The porpoise is laughing

I remember fondly when (more years ago that I would like) my daily routine every morning on Saturday and Sunday was that, after breakfast, grab a napkin and sat in his chair closer to the television. Arming me with the control of the satellite and, until lunchtime, I used to channel surfing among the many channels of music (although my favorite was always the MTV-2) to search for video clips and songs that provoke me something, anything extraordinary feeling, whatever. The consistently pointed in the napkin and then trying to get everything he had written.

And everything always in the same scenario unfolded. My father on the computer, my mother wandering from here to there, the smell offood that slowly seeps through the house, my sister sleepwalker with a glass of juice in his hand.

If happiness could be defined with a single moment, one of mine would be that, of course:)