All the people hate me. When I arrive they say that I am so boring, and they don´t want to wake up. Some children pretend to be sick when I arrive, and some adults drink a brown liquid so they don´t fall asleep when I arrive. I think they hate me because I´m an early-bird, and I like the rutine, the order… But I think that is not to bad? Yes, I don´t think that is to bad.- I said to myself-. Perhaps some day people, can value me the same as my two friends, Sunday and Saturday. But, you understandme, right, my friend, Tuesday?
Hache