Coming back from a long day at the pool, eyes burning from chlorine, Ramada Saturday, I said.. As I slipped down the slide, my slender young legs hit a daddy's pelvis, he scolded me, he said : "You couldn't wait before you slipped!" I said to him, in a childish voice: No!. He looked at me with furious eyes, it seemed he wanted to hit me. Oh well, that was all. Returning home, I noticed two little girls on a bike and one with the skates playing... I said to myself, how strange, usually in this era I only see kids already tattooed on motorbikes, who come home late and respond badly to their parents, instead they, in their summer purity, played like little girls. .. as children... I retraced the stages of my life, why I had responded so spitefully to that man. Well, because despite having had a happy childhood (financially) I never felt accepted in my family. Over the years I've realized that my father wanted a son, not a little girl who sings and plays with dolls. In that moment I decided to let go of the memories, and I decided to feel free... Alone and only free....
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