I knew perfectly well that this was partly true, but I was also sure that all this was hidden behind something else. I wanted to see clearly, I needed to know, to open my horizons, to be really useful for my son. I consulted the best specialists in neuropsychiatry, most of them to pay. I walked for half of Italy, in search of truth. Seemed an unclear situation, the diagnostic point of view, there were many discrepancies, many facets, shadows still little defined. Suggested that I wait until the eleventh year of age, because the entrance to the pre-puberty, it would be easier to fit in the parameter Raffa right. He arrived in 2008. The second year of the intervention of my mother. More to the left kidney tumor. This time the stakes were very high, the poor risked dialysis. Communicated it to him the night before the operation, called me crying, telling me that he was now really over. I had a lump in my throat, but ricacciai. I was not to overthrow it even more, as could I? I encouraged her, telling her to be confident, after all, can not rain forever. The next day, I asked permission to go to work at the hospital. Outside, sitting in the waiting room I found my father. He looked like a helpless child, his eyes red and shiny, wrinkles, deep furrows on his face. For the first time in years I felt affection for him, I felt the urge to hug, embrace the father-master, who had made me suffer so much. I told myself that after the pardon was not a sign of weakness would have been to break the chains that imprisoned the essence of my soul and I dim the light. It was pure wisdom, pure spirituality and humanity, through this gesture I might find peace. My mother left the operating room after six long hours. The doctor said they had been able to save three quarters of the organ, and would have avoided a real ordeal. We pulled a sigh of relief. The rehabilitation was longer than the previous one, but within a few months he was able to get back on their feet and be quite self-sufficiency.
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