It’s weird that you never come to me. Not even once after these 14 years. But you come to others.
It’s weird that I didn’t see you inside brother. Well, maybe not a complete you.
It’s true that I keep you close. I see you every day in my wallet. I see you sometimes when I’m home. I see the place people put you there after your life.
It’s true that I write and talk nonsense after all.
I just desperately miss you.
(4:24 pm May 7th, 2011)
Happy birthday Papa...
Te extrano muchissimo... Lo siento... :')
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