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I'm not sure that I was planned by my parents, but even that has not been - the unexpected
is special.
I lived about 3 years with the couple who conceived me. I was too little to record scenes
and stories of that time, but I never forget the day that I understood his absence. My
father was not with us. It was just me and my mom. It was never easy to accept the departure
of the man who should be my icon.
Depression. The diagnosis of my father. Suicide. The result.
Time. People have come and gone in my life, always helping for my evolution and filling
in the empty pieces that my father left after leaving.
A few more years passed and I found a radiant woman that changed my life. I had two children
with her. I loved them as I would like to have been loved.
Since childhood, I dreamed to find my father. To feel your presence.
My children asked the grandmother: "Where is Grandfather?" She affectionate replied
that he lived far away... far away.
They grew up knowing the truth, accepting the situation as I do. So we decided to travel.
To do that I always needed. To visit the grave of my father. We walked miles to get there.
It was a field. Green. Grays and Illuminated by the sun radiant, multiple tombstones flowed
from the ground. My childrens and my wife accompanied the unforgettable moment.
I stopped at the tomb. Cried the cry of acceptance. I never feel so close my father.
When, unexpectedly, leaning on a cane, wearing an old suit and hat, comes an old man. Inexplicably,
I saw my father reborn front of me.