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After a long and hectic day, I find myself desperate to sleep but still with a million chores to finish up before going to bed. For a moment, I slip into that place of hopelessness that comes with tiredness. And in it, I snap at my little boy, a beautiful seven-year-old, as he drops or spills something on the floor. Realizing I’m being harsh, I ask him to forgive me and explain that I have had a long day, that I am busy with a lot of stuff and hundreds of little things to do. And he, wise as he always is, turns to me with a smile and says: “don’t worry, mama. Little things bring big things.” "Little things bring big things, mama" - Gabriel