I am not a man. Our society tends to define us by what we do, and according to the logic of a country with "machismo" ideals, I must then be a woman. I am, as I like to call it a "home-dad"; I cook, I change diapers, I wipe snotty noses, I prepare my children's school lunch. So, my everyday life is a testimony to the loneliness that comes with raising children on your own, the boring routines and the stress. But also to the magic and the love for the most amazing people I will ever meet.
