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“Ahora que yo soy padre, me doy cuenta de que tiene un mérito enorme, porque en el transcurso de esas interminables discusiones que tienes con tus hijos, o durante esas jornadas eternas de invierno en las que regresas a casa agotado del trabajo y el estrés y los niños no quieren cenar, bañarse, colaborar, a veces dices cosas que no quieres. Algunas no las sientes, pero otras te muestran oscuros recovecos del sentimiento paterno. En esos momentos, a veces afirmas lo que no te atreves a reconocer ante ti mismo. Al instante te arrepientes, pero a veces reprendes a los niños con palabras que son piedras.”

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Libro de familia

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