Giving him a child brought us closer. Especially at the beginning, when the three of us were living in isolation. It was a commitment for life (I would always be the mother of his children) and a precious complicity (the two of us shared the difficult nights when our son’s ear infection kept us awake till dawn). This little boy was one more thing we had in common, an inexhaustible topic of conversation, the proof and the concretization of his love for me. But it wasn’t enough to inspire as much love for my son as it should have.
