I’ve got a son who’s four-years-and-eight-months-old, soon to be five. Since the day he was born, he’s become very close to me. His name is Liri and he is the love of my life. If I believed in God, I’d say that he’s been touched by the divine presence, or at least by some angel. The perfect child, even if lately he’s had some tantrums when his sister annoys him. Not long ago he threw a remote at her. Today, while...