'm stalling, I know, but I do not have the courage. how do I tell my father that for which he sacrificed his life should go down with a shot of bulldozer giving way to the house for his three daughters? I continue to do calculations and counts but the numbers are. To tell the truth, however, the solution is not even excited me that much. think of having to live together scares me passionately and seven children, for the moment, are many. Then I think back to the beach house that my mom would have liked and to which he gave up, using the proceeds from the sale of his property to make part of our house. I think of all the work that my father built with his own hands and there has always been proud of. I think the great hall that has hosted many moments of celebration. I think. and I would back off because what I have to do is certainly a blow to the heart to leave my parents ... everything as it is? I do not know, but I do not know ... no longer want to stay here, I want, even if only a hole, a space of my own, where my children can play outside and not be locked in a house watching TV or playing computer games. but this is what I want. and my parents? would like to continue to age in peace ...
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