Kind of thing that happen when you have a father who is a stubborn man, deeply in love with my mother since 53 years, keeping his injuries for himself...
Dogs don't make cats...
At least I know where parts of myself come from...
“I am nothing special of this I am sure. I am just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, that has always been enough.” Nicholas Sparks-The Notebook-
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