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for as long as i can remember, i only see him once or twice a year. during chirstmas and sometimes even on new years day. and as soon as i turned 13, every time he sees me he'd say, "hija, you look like your lola". every year, on chirstmas day (and sometimes even on new years day) he'd say "you look like your lola". and although we have somewhat similar interests, we never talked about art or books. we talk about trivial things like food, weather, or whatever sport is on tv. all that time to talk about things that would matter, all that time to make beautiful memories and yet nothing. i was too young. death was only an illusion to me.
he's now in a coma. he can't survive without machines and they're pulling the plug tomorrow.
boo. i need a hug.
he's now in a coma. he can't survive without machines and they're pulling the plug tomorrow.
boo. i need a hug.