This is the part of Chapter 6 of my book! Where I'm talking about my relationship with my father. I'm tearing up my heart, saw.
' ' My dad was a hero to me until he was gone from home, leaving us totally ungrounded!
When he left home, left in my hand the key to the door of the House. He was a coward, after all, leave in the hands of a child the keys to all the doors and say: now you're the man of the House!
That's something only a man without heart or crazy would do. At the bottom I put the felt so much lost to us. My mom had to hold the firecracker and I'm proud.
I keep thinking that for my dad-it was easier to escape than staying.
He was a boy in a man's skin, he never really grew up.
Until today we have a good contact-I'm done-I've searched so long and he could never appear.
When I was a child the day his parents were always sad ... poris chose my grandfather to be my father.
My temper may have been inherited from that trauma. I feel a little traumatized by it, wanted him to be the father of truth, and not only of blood
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