We are designed to drive each other crazy. When the pressure is too high, someone gives in and someone keeps on fighting. Some fight silently, some do it so that everyone can hear them. We are bees in a really large hive and we feel happier if we get to sting instead of being stung. I have yet to finish my complaining about this year and maybe a few years later I will look back and laugh about it...
Almost fours months ago, I wrote here, about some attempts to communicate with Ephia throughout the day. Let’s go back and compare how much did we achieve during this time, since she is joggling three different languages. – Good morning Ephia! How are you? – Heou! (Hello) Enough? raising her hands into the air for me to pick her up. We go towards the bathroom, her holding...
I thought a lot about nests today (bear with me). I suppose that when a bird finds itself out of its eggshell and into a nest, it has a lot of space around it; there is the motherly love, the fatherly love and in some cases the sibling’s love. They are all very important for the future development of the baby bird (at least that’s what I hear). It comes a time when the baby bird needs to learn...
