I walked to my hometown, with my children ... There's a party .... The band plays ..... All around me, and knows of celebration and joy. I lose my eye on a man ...
do not know why but I have family .... Is pushing a swing, the child enjoys. It will definitely be his grandfather .... I look better, and realize ......
E 'the grandfather of my children ... Have not seen him for 12 years. And 'old and was tender. What does the human soul, you do the time. Never had brought her children to the park (either first or second bedroom) and has never seen my children. For a split second I was tempted to submit my grandfather to my daughter, but then I decided to wait until the request comes from you directly. I am sure that in future I will ask to meet him.
It remains for me a little anger, nostalgia and so many questions .... What would become of me with a father who pushed me the swing? I would be the same? I would be more simple? More interesting?
Who knows ......
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