the first big love, her father is for every girl, I remember when I was looking at his photo in the wall of grandmother`s living room there was no another more beautiful.......... this prince was my father ........ loved it with passion of fall in love girl , the photo could see him from the dimencion of a 3-year-old girl as unattainable ............I think that for me this prince it even is there ......... as arrested in the time and the space ......... untouchable .......... my father died February 11 in Cuba I could not be with,
when I knew of his death, they had buried him. I love my father.
I still remember his first present: I think that it was never known all that loves and all that I remember this little bag full of candys , it was a simple gift, but it was very special.
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