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He's kinda weird, the boy. Youngest son. I even like him, but we have to put an eye on this boy. Other day we were having a party at Otavio's place and I allowed him to drink the beer foam and, as I saw it, he had already overturned half glass. I reprehended him, sure, tried to look very mad at him, although I failed as usual. I like too much my son, I cannot get mad at him. More than that, I like too much both my children, but I cannot avoid a certain hope in that this one follow my steps, perhaps because he's very much like me. Every time he messes around and I see myself forced to punish him, I get so heavy breathed that in less than an hour there I am, begging his forgiveness, as if were me the one to have done something wrong instead of him.

But that's ok, perhaps this is bullshit. I worry too much about it, you know, I always worry too much about. A father's heart is so, I guess, I always consider the worst things happening to them.
I always take the kids to our parties, I like to keep an eye on them, you know, that's why he was here and drank me beer that day. Later they end up sleeping or playing around. In fact, the younger usually goes off first. He gather some three or four chairs in a corner and, when we notice, there he is, sleeping lonely, away from everyone, heavily sleeping with all that noise. I wonder if he has some disturb? This cannot be normal.

On the other hand we have the oldest one. This one makes us proud. He's always playing with the other kids. I guess he will be a great leader when he become grown up. Perhaps he will follow my steps, or join the politics. No, I hope not, politics is always dirt job and corrupts people. I really prefer that he follow my steps, or otherwise become a doctor or engineer.

But this younger... damn, this one will give us a lot of headaches in futures. Someday I will notice that I should have watched him to straighten him up when he started to bend the rules. I will give him all I have, but he's a lost case, he has always been away from us. Although nowadays I still cannot notice it, he has always had this strange habit, to keep away form others. In this right moment I got an example of this. I guess this was the first time that we could, but unfortunately haven't, noticed this tendency to mental illness in the boy. It was a party, in Summer, and we were already worried with him when we noticed his disappearing. We got, I and his mother, looking for him... but, wait. Before you accuse me of no being impartial or stealing all book pages to me, let's allow the boy to talk something, then you gonna understand what I'm talking about.