Therefore, when I entered his bedroom with his clothes washed in his hands and I noticed that the guitar was missing from her holder, I felt a strange discomfort.
When he came back from school, I asked him where he was.
He lowered his eyes.
— Mom… I sold it.
I almost dropped my clothes from my hands.
— You sold your guitar? Why?
— The peak needed a new wheelchair of invalids.
Maya was a sweet girl in his eighth grade, who used wheelchairs for several years.
Julian explained to me that her old carriage was being destroyed.
The wheels were frequently blocked, the seating was consumed and the switch from one class to another had become a real torment.
— Last week, almost lost lunch, because the wheels were constantly stuck, — he told me.
Some of his classmates laughed at the crackling noise that her cart made.
— She pretends not to bother her, — Julian said. — But I know she’s upset.
