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The good-bye that changed my life
My father and I, when I was 1 year old.

I'm going to write here what comes to my mind when I think about saying good-bye...

I was 8 years old when I had to say good-bye to someone for the first time. My parents were facing a crisis both in their relationship and in their economic lives. I could realize that, but didn't know exactly what was happening. Then, my father decided to try to get a job in another city, where he thought the chances of getting a job would be bigger. In my kid's mind he would travel to solve his problems and would come back or something like that. Actually, what I barely remember is that I thought I would see him again soon. Even so, I remember how much I suffered when I had to say good-bye to him. I made a "cologne" with rose petals and I said him to wear when he missed me. I also gave him a kind of a doll, for him to hug when he missed me. It was was very moving. I remember very well. From that day on, my life has changed.

He has never came back to live with us. And it started to be hard to describe my family... (But it would be another post). He stayed in that city and I visited him plenty of times, everytime we said good-bye I cried a river, I started missing him since the moment I entered in the bus.

From our first good-bye to now we have saying good-bye many times, and we never know when we're going to see each other again.

Indeed, I guess what I suffered the most to say good-bye was to the life we had together as a family.




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Marina, that´s a lovely,

Marina, that´s a lovely, cozy picture. I´m sure you miss that... Who wouldn´t?

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I really do. These moments

I really do. These moments will be always with me. Even thinking I lost a lot of things, it reminds me that I have got "something" from him.