I do not remember, but Carmelita says my first word, and my first kiss was for my dad. I have many pictures with him in my early years on the beach, at home, walk. However, for some injustice, his paternity became a tyranny that lasted ten years. Our relationship during my adolescence in one word: war.
I remember the first time I saw my father after divorce. It had been several weeks since he left the house. I was 16, and he visited me. He sat in a chair opposite me, we spent an hour in silence and departed. We had no say. We really do not know. Months later he gave for taking me to see tools to the supermarket and inviting a hamburger.
been eleven years since. Eleven years in which we have been one day a week. Now we eat at the place where we ate together, and in doing so we talked about mysteries of science, scare stories, animals, historical struggles, political, news, and daily or important things that happen to us. From time to time advise me, and invariably gives me caramel wafers, caramel or chocolate, I guess he does because he knows he owes me lots of candy, all the children. I'm happy with these changes, because I do believe that it is never too late to give and take, to make peace, restore what was lost long ago and rebuild.
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