domingo, 26 de octubre de 2014

The last night

It was my birthday, that night I was 10 years old, my father was taking pictures with a big smile on his face, speaking and laughing with my cousins and my uncles. My dad was the best, all the days he played with me a penalty football match or a play station football match. I always wanted to use River because it was my favourite team and Boca was his favourite. My father told me that I would be taller than him because on school everybody said to me that I was smaller, I always cried because of that and my father always consoled me. I asked my mom why they never fought and she told me that he was perfect and he always would be. I asked also my stepsister, from part of my mom, what she thought about him, she told me that he was a stupid person, that he had ruined her life and he was an unhappy person. I said that she was a stupid person because I could not understand why she said that. At the end of the day she killed herself, I did not understand why she did that. Well the point is my dad, I still thouking about him, I can not stop, I dream also with him. All his friends of his childhood said that he was so similar to me that they thought that he was still here. He was 45 years old, the hair was dark and with some curles, his hands were very big and he saw you with his big blue eyes. My grandfather told me that when he was a child he always thought to do a family, with a nice girl like his neighbour, Katie, with the aim to play football well, then he met your mother that had your stepsister, that killed herself, and they had you. My uncle told me that he was the best brother, that he was like his best friend. But the night of my birthday he was the best, very funny, and friendly. I love him. But the last day I saw him, was the night of my birthday, I woke up in the morning and I saw him going out with a bag on his back, I asked him:
“Where are you going?”
“To work”, he answered me
“But today is Saturday”, I said
“Yes I know”, he said.


 I returned to sleep and before he opened the door he told me, “Never see back, always go ahead in life”. And that was the last day I ever saw him.