It’s late… The Kids are fallen asleep. They messed up the whole house again. Carrying him as always, while I make my way with my foot, Passing through a piles of toys and clothes. Passing through the loads of socks, and through the ordinary routines. Passing through the words , the big and the heavy ones; The Theories and the philosophies… Sometimes exhausted and sometimes with a smile, and no complain. Through the traditions and the morals, Through the new and the modern… And tonight also, I passed through my duties and all the things that is blocking my way; And tonight also، like Every other night I pass through the piles of socks and uncertainties.