It was a day of early spring, like any other. When the trees turned green, where the plants flourished and had their colored petals, you could breathe clean air, an exotic air on earth, an air that transmits peace and tranquility. I went out and I walked down the street and saw people waving in the street, people who were at odds with each other, people who felt judged no longer had that feeling. Later I went out again and realized that the weather had returned to normal. Well, that feeling is probably the one that suffers a child seeing that those who mess with him because of some disability or some physical aspect, do not come to the educational center or some environment in which they are seen. Sometimes the person affected by not telling their parents the feeling every time who saw the little group that harassed him has
come to lose their lives.
MARIO MENDES