The more will be the fall, the more is her face. I watch my mother, she's called Anthéa. She carries me down to my chair, I hope that she knows I love her , I'm able to love in spite of my difference. I pose my hands on the keyboard, she takes the other to support me , to help me... She takes me slowly to her study, in front of the computer because I cannot use a pencil. I pose my hands on the keyboard, she takes the other to support me, to help me!