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My first day adopting my son and calling him femto, the best name I could give him, we started doing the normal things of the day, going to school, he made drawings while I paid attention to the classes, I bothered him from time to time . time . To relieve my boredom, I told him. He stayed in his box, which was his bed so he could sleep when we got home. When we got home, we didn't do anything. We relaxed and took a nap and he continued sleeping until the next day.

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On my second day I couldn't take my son because he didn't want to get up, he was very sleepy, I let him sleep and I went to school. When I got home, I greeted him and hugged him, I talked to him so he wouldn't get bored. . . . I told him to help me in the kitchen to prepare the lighter, he almost burned some arepas because the flame was too high. I laughed with him for a while even though I scolded him since he was going to spoil my food. When we finished, I let him do whatever he wanted and he went to the bedroom to rest because he is small and has trouble holding the lighter.

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When we left school and got home we dedicated ourselves to playing with my console all day until we both got tired, it was good but we lacked practice since it was night we went to Oxxo and bought some Doritos and a margarita with soda.

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My son walked lazily and decided to lie down with my dog in his paws and in a while he will take him inside to accompany me to the store to run an errand.

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In class we stayed playing with my classmates on the cell phone, taking advantage of the fact that the teacher arrived late, my son, not being used to getting up early, fell asleep and I let him sleep.

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After all these days I let my son prepare the food. I was just going to keep an eye on him in case he needed help but he did it all without getting burned like the previous time.

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My son had a big accident when we arrived at the subway station because it was full of people, they made me crush the box I had in my hand, destroying my son. I tried to hit it but in the end I couldn't do anything to put it back together.

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When my adopted son died, I made the decision to adopt another and gave him the same name as my first adopted son. I took him to live together at the Don Bosco farm where we spent a lot of time playing soccer, volleyball, and going to the pool. come home tired

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Tired of coexistence, we stayed up all day watching horror and action movies without leaving the house.

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We stayed doing nothing, we didn't go out anywhere other than playing with the console and cell phone, we went to sleep all afternoon.