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daddy_u_ar_to_cry

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my father, as i wrote a while ago, has Alzheimer, he is in a stage where there are plenty things to enjoy still. he and my mother are spending some days in buenos aires. My mother constantly beside him goes out alone to visit here friends, which gives me joy to imagine her running around in the city, a woman driving alone, eating a city, pleases me. I go out for a walk with my father and we run into a bold man. He asks me —Am i as bold as that one?. I laugh, touch her nape with my fingers, like checking it, and say —Yes daddy, the things is that you have just cut your hair with the machine and is too short now… 2 minutes later we run into another bold man, he asks. —Am I as bold as that one?. —Yes daddy, do you want me to get a toupee for you?. —Noooo, he tells me and laughs. This with every bold man we run into.
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mi papá, les había contado, tiene alzheimer, una etapa que nos dá mucho para disfrutar aún, están por buenos aires unos días con mi mamá, mi mamá cada día allí a su lado. Ella sale, a visitar sus amigas y me gusta imaginarla por buenos aires deambulando. salimos a dar una vuelta con mi papá caminando, ve un pelado y me dice —¿yo estoy tan pelado como ese?. Me río le toco la cabecita, como para confirmarlo, le raspo los dedos contra sus pelitos en la nuca y le digo—si papi, lo que pasa que acabás de cortarte con la maquinita y entonces no se te ven. 2 minutos más tarde ve otro pelado pregunta —¿yo estoy tan pelado como ese?. Sí, le respondo. —¿querés que te compre un peluquín?. —Nooo me dice y se ríe. Y así con cada pelado que se cruza.
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and one of my fav stone track organ kills me.


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