On a dark rainy afternoon my mom went in my room while I was sitting at my piano. I was clinking an old melody which came into my mind and never left. She just saw my back and was shocked. She surely thought I was my dad. Perhaps she thought he came back.. Was there a tiny Chance for him to came back in our live? Anyway she never commented that Situation and she never will speake about him.
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