A silver drum, that was my gift, that remarkable, now almost vanished Christmas.
My dad left the building that night and I just had recently turned 5 years old watched how his car disappear into the fog, my heart was like a steel drum, beating faster that I could handle, it is shaking into my body right now, 20 years has passed and I still remembered that night with totally vividness.
Now living with my mom and a dog I´m always think what had been on my father´s mind, what was the reason he left?
One day I was buying some fruits in a store and a man came to me and say: “shhh, don´t tell your mom, son, but I never left”. My skin got bumps, skeptical I said: “old man, you´re crazy, have a good day”, and before I left, he gave me a direction saying: “come”.
