To my old man

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Dad:

I woke up with the desire to write to you. Although we live in the same space, we no longer sit down to talk as we used to. Our schedules rarely agree. And when they do, we are immersed in so many things that a greeting and a kiss on the cheek is enough.

I miss those times when you used to take me with you to meetings. I was the "dummy" of your classmates. Everyone had to do with me. It bothered me a lot when a woman came up to you and said something. Yes, I was jealous of you. I confess it and I don't feel sorry for it.

I grew up among your countless papers and parliamentary meetings. I still do not forget that morning in the nineties when we were about to leave the whole family for a camping trip and suddenly a woman arrived, agitated by so much crying, to ask you for a quick solution for her old house. You, with that kindness that conquers everyone, attended to her first, returned her smile, and then we left.

I also remember the night you took me to the hospital for that annoying fever that wouldn't go away. We must inject it, was the doctor's answer. And you, solicitous of all my requests, colluded with me and on your shoulders, we rushed out of there. You did wrong, it is true, but you could not bear to see your little one cry.

Or my endless asthma attacks. You were -along with mom- the perennial guardian of those bad nights. You were also the magician who solved the problems at home, the dad who was present at school meetings, and the one who, loaded down with bags, traveled several kilometers on his motorcycle to get to the school in the country where I was. Luckily, I never let you take me away from there. Otherwise...

You never showed your discomfort. We almost had to force you to go to the doctor's office. I was so scared when your skin turned yellow, and your blue eyes were barely noticeable because of that liver ailment. In the midst of so much grief you never stopped smiling for a minute and telling us that everything was fine.

Time passed and your little boy grew up. Your wisdom was the guide during my childhood and adolescence. Timely advice was never lacking in such complex stages. You were my example, my everything. Growing up by your side allowed me to learn values that I have put into practice at all times.

Only today, when I assume the paternity of your grandson, I understand how necessary you were and are in my existence. I am happy to have you by my side and to know that you are there. Thank you, dad, for being yourself, for all the love you have for me even when our schedules try to create a chasm between us. Oh, and congratulations on your day. Love...

Your son