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Since my Dad has gone home, most of its tasks are now my . Despite on holiday I wake up early to take my mom to work. When I get home I do not want to go back to bed. In Latvian. As a baby I do not know what you want to sleep in this bed looking great with her mother. Now I'm just uncomfortable. An uncomfortable bed in which I can hardly sleep. With the sheets that I will hang between the legs and do not cover anything. Now that I'm grown and I have what I wanted as a child, I do not do anything. Indeed, I see almost time for my mom to go away for a few days to work so I can get back into my bed, with its four and five plush pillows that keep me company. But my mother did not say or tell a joke, so do not take offense.

Check mail, empty the trash, go to the grandmother to put in place when there is not, go back to take my mother, clean the roller, go to the Monthly meetings. All things that I did not. The trouble was he and who was going to take his post. Now we understand why. Now I realize how many things there are to do in a house and how many he never even made him lying. Make sure you have no ants in the house, check if the light is red and blue digital before going to bed, remember to keep the water running the dishwasher, run home when it rains to collect things spread out and pull up tents.

I do not remember who asked me if I am missing. I only said that I am missing a dad. But not the father. Yet even if I say no one will make me go back in time and have a dad who took me on rides, which he remembered to pick me up in elementary school during lunch, which made me a present for my birthday, which he organized the Holidays , that I always say "come on it's late."

rest with my mother who cares if I go out again this week and come back at nine to eleven and a half even though I was nineteen. My mom who tries to convince me to come back to her in the evening under the pretext of an imminent storm. My mom makes me wake up at seven. I studied for the simulations of the various tests with his tears and the faces of my dickhead Dad. I studied in high school with her screams and ignorance of the lawyer. I did everything without saying anything. And if sometimes I feel like a child again with some stupid, that it is not always so responsible, frankly, I think I can do without having to be constantly criticized. No one sees me cry a little '.

even a kiss

that was ever wasted

even a gesture like this ... not even a kiss

it was a nice gesture even

so much for