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Tomorrow seven months ago. Seven months without you. The things have changed a lot. Now I'm who makes some foods, and who asks to dad: what do you want for dinner? I'm who cleans, who hangs out the clothes, who washes. There are on me a lot of responsibility, it's big. I wasn't ready when you went, but noone chose it.

Seven months, and for me it's an eternity. There are still times that I have the feeling that when I come to the living room, you will be there, but no, you are not.

A lot of times I stay seeing the sofa when i arrive, and i would like hug you, but you are not here. Never again I will be able to kiss and hug you, never again.

Ka.