As when the film "Marcelino, pan y vino" begins. Just like that. A man dies, a child is born and five years pass and the narrator says "what can we say about a man when five years have passed since his death. All. But what can we say about a child when he is only five years old?" I start this writing with an extract of that film that I saw thousands of times with you.
However, this time it is not five years, but three. What can I say? What can I add that I have not expressed before? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's already been three years since I said goodbye to you and although people do their best to tell me that time can cure everything, I can say with the greatest certainty that this is not There are moments of joy in which when I remember you I laugh at your comments, your actions ... "Peter Parker", "the miraculous little boy of Chimbarongo", etc. jokes that will remain in our family forever, and even if I take a laugh another laugh I can not deny or fail to recognize that behind those laughter there are tears too.Dad, I can be as old as I am and never, NEVER going tomiss you. My face reminds me, the mirror reminds me at every moment. Life reminds me..
