Will A Pinguecula Go Away?

This morning cloudy and gray where, occasionally falling raindrops, the mother looks at the glass of the window and cries with tears that look like pearls of water on the glass slide.
feel alone. Is away from home. In his homeland. Without their parents. Without his brothers. All alone in Argentina. Have a spouse but not the same. The solitude of tears. You do not have anyone to share the joy of having given birth to her first child.
Nobody seems to care. All continue with the farm work: we must hurry to lift the wheat crop before the fall. What about love? What about happiness? She imagined that situation would be different when giving birth and not to let her alone with her son as, after helping to give birth. And there's
alone in the room, by feeding your baby, while watching it rain. The men are out in the barns, harvesters fixing, repairing irons, not to miss a minute of time. Even his sisters help. The arrival of a new life is something as mundane as the daily work.