I met her the Manageress of my apartment in the laundry room
And she wished me ' A Happy father's day.'
I said thanks Madam and I am washing my old sins.'
Then only I realised that I am a father.
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You are a father wherever you are. I hope that your daughters remembered you on your special day. Always you write with that light ironical touch that makes your work so uniquely your own. Warmest regards, Sandra
imal, you are the father of this style. This is exellent. No soppy sentientalism, just a a staight forward, hard-hitting and uniquely poetical narration.