My father

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Sep 23, 2010 05:01
My father died last April and now I realize that I miss him more.My mother died when I was seven years old then he was the last I had.
We lived far and we had our life but in some way we knew we were together.
Now when I remember that I feel very sad.
We grow up and we realize how important they are.
With this crazy life we have time for anything and there are things we can´t enjoy them.Those things are smallers but the most important.
Aforetime people were no so busy and they had time for doing simple things.