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Sorry ... Dear Dad

My dear daughter Nicole, I have dedicated a song that really moved me a lot and made me question myself if I have been a good mom ...

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Mom, I dreamed you called my door a little tense and foggy glasses,

wanted to look good and was the first time, I felt I knew how you missed.

and hugged me while I marveled that put up with sad and breathless,

ago while we are not embraced and quietly told me .. Sorry!.

But a noise was enough to wake me up, to mourn and

make return to those days of child care for me, where in the summer sky and sea came together.

with my wrist As I listened to old stories that you have every night telling me

smaller

as you curl up and numb me on your lap I was dreaming.

But at sixteen I felt like changing, and as I really am, now I see.

And I felt so alone and so desperate because I was no longer the daughter he wanted.

And it was the final and our confidence that helped both small talk,

I hid behind a cold impatience, and you deseastes the son to thee denied.

And I spent the day without returning home, not stand your sermons for anything,

and I also started to become jealous, because you were almost unattainable, so beautiful.

And I abandoned my dream to lack of room, my heart jumped into the sea in a vessel,

lost to memory for lack of courage, because I was so ashamed to be your daughter.

No, no, no, no, no. More

not call you at my door in vain I had a dream that can not be done,

my mind is so full of this, my pride would not let me forgive myself.

But if you called at my door in another dream would not be able to pronounce a word, I would look

by your gesture so severe, and I feel increasingly alone.

why I'm so confused in this letter, to find some peace in my mind, not to reclaim

nor ask excuses, it's just to tell you, Mom ... Sorry!.

And it is true that I feel ashamed, our souls are so alike, so alike,

wait patiently sitting here,

love you so much mom ... write me ... your daughter.

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There are days when I forget, it is true, as it is true that I can not grab you, or kiss you, or meet at home.

Your life and mine are only memories, only found in them.

But everyday life is, boredom and pleasure, and time to be time to take away the memories, and although it is also true that no one pursues them, they appear.

Then my hand hurts when you do not find it, and it hurts not seeing you, Dad.

How you are now? How you'll be without me?

Memory is an animal that eats, sleeps and wakes, and when it does, not wanting to hurt us with her soul and all that surrounds it.

There are days when your grip becomes sweet or bitter, but there is she always essential, and eternal quiet, urgent

Some days, Dad, I'm dying to talk to you, to hear your voice. I need your words, your arms and forget the world.

Some days you are God, Dad, and that erases the distance between us.

lates Then I discover inside me, deep inside, away, an inmate at me.

much I love you, Dad, and I do not care if they sometimes do not write, because when I do, my life depends on it.

wish my baby wake you up so you have a good day.

I miss you, I want to think about you.

Today I will think about you.

Again, with all the love in the world.

Your daughter who LOVES ...

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Nicole and Christopher

That photo more beautiful, right? here I am with my older children, Nicole and Christopher ... a Saturday to take them to the mall to eat, like when they were little children ... I felt so proud to walk with them, are so great, so pretty, and it is best that you create top. Lese I do believe and let them know them all ...

The AMO, are so important to me ... I do not think I have shown them how much I love ...

So if they read this post. to them I say:

CHILDREN LOVE THEM, YOU ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LIFE THAT HAS GIVEN ME, AND EVEN SOME ARE SOMETIMES PORFIADITOS, AS I AM PROUD TO BE YOUR MAMA.

MANY KISSES KISSES FOR YOU ...