my family is just like any other i guess ,, daddy mother and a brother ,, and a 10 years younger sister ..
then there's the kind uncle figure, dad's oldest brother ,, he had a heart problem, so as long as i remember , he hang at home a lot ,, and with a 10 stairs between our houses and mother and father working most of the day ,, he became the friend I play with ,, the guy who takes care of my little childhood happiness,,
the birthdays ,, the cats we used to feed ,, the games we used to play ,, it surly was something ,,
then ,, sometime in my third grade ,, he simply didnt wake up ,, it's so clear in my head ,, a school day .. waking up to mother and father hurrying down there ,, aunt screaming dad's name like he's gonna bring him from the dead ,, I think everybody was in shock ,, I ,, I still cant identify the feeling i had ,, cuz i remember not feeling sad ,, or angry ,, it's like not feeling anything ,, just a normal morning ,, went to school ,, came back ,, a normal day i shall call it ,, except for my mother every two-hours check up ,,
when i remember this one ,, i can only imagine that i maybe was too young ,, to feel sad for a dead man ,,
then there's the kind uncle figure, dad's oldest brother ,, he had a heart problem, so as long as i remember , he hang at home a lot ,, and with a 10 stairs between our houses and mother and father working most of the day ,, he became the friend I play with ,, the guy who takes care of my little childhood happiness,,
the birthdays ,, the cats we used to feed ,, the games we used to play ,, it surly was something ,,
then ,, sometime in my third grade ,, he simply didnt wake up ,, it's so clear in my head ,, a school day .. waking up to mother and father hurrying down there ,, aunt screaming dad's name like he's gonna bring him from the dead ,, I think everybody was in shock ,, I ,, I still cant identify the feeling i had ,, cuz i remember not feeling sad ,, or angry ,, it's like not feeling anything ,, just a normal morning ,, went to school ,, came back ,, a normal day i shall call it ,, except for my mother every two-hours check up ,,
when i remember this one ,, i can only imagine that i maybe was too young ,, to feel sad for a dead man ,,