I wanted to get over it!
I touched a computer, for the first time in my life, in the third year of college. Sometimes, in my friend’s words, I’m surprised that I’ve managed to do so well now.
Don’t think that I am tormented by who knows what skill: I know how to open it, how to access the Internet, how to click, and I also know how to close it. And that’s where my skill ends.
This weekend, he needed I don’t know what big update – I wouldn’t be able to reproduce it for you.
I’ve talked to some good friends and they said it’s okay, but I don’t understand any of all those letters and characters.
However, don’t think I’m giving up on him.
When he got to work on Saturday, I couldn’t see my head in my housework. I asked him reflexively if he needed help, though I had no idea I was going to sit on his back.
I expected him to say “no” to me and see my soup.
And I stayed. I don’t know how much, I didn’t realize, but it was a silence that, I was going to realize later, I needed too.
I sat in my thoughts and in the sounds of clicks and keys. That’s how I learned the lesson of support. Sometimes it doesn’t take much to argue. We just have to be there. And I don’t know why I came to the conclusion that support is perhaps more important than help. Support is a help to the soul, and children are the people who need it the most.