Temática Otro idioma
I took a white sheet; I knew I had an honor debt to
pay. I held the pencil with my trembling fingers, with a countless of emotions
crowding in my throat. I supported the tip on the paper and I kept it in an
eternal point.
I had a lot of things to tell him, a lot of time to
recover that it seemed an impossible. I knew the crack kept expanding with
every year, and the distance was eroding the memory. I calculated that his
birthday would be a perfect opportunity to walk the distance that was breaking
up us.
The pen began its journey through the paper with a
"Dear Dad". Immediately, I wrinkled
the paper and threw it to
the floor with reluctance. Then I
tried to write a simple
"Dad." For the first time in over a decade I let my feelings flow,
impregnating the paper with my contained emotions. I signed and closed it without rereading.
I searched for the car keys and left. I drove
trying not to think about the letter. I arrived to my destination and stayed there
motionless for several minutes. I got off the car, I crossed the iron gate and
walked steadily. I knelt to the grave and I dropped the letter next to the cold
marble.
Wow!... amazing!.... the human being is stubborn, does not learn tu value, nor to love, and less to feel together with their loved ones, to wait for death, is undesrtand too late the value of time
ResponderEliminaromg, I really felt this story. So emotional, so strong, so fantastic and real. Thank you very much for sharing this with us and for having let us experience a bit of what was inside your hart and mind when you wrote it. My sincere congratulations.
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