Yesterday was the birthday of my father and as usual he did not leave his day sonriéramos the contrary is wearing a sleep pants and a gray sweatshirt and sat watching television, without even speak to one of those who inhabit my house.
I was left wondering why he does that? that's what I hate the day of his birthday, no big deal that one grows old, my motto "The older wiser and more alive" Aging is great, because on the one hand we here beings more love and have the opportunity to live and experience things in life. [What is sounded trite] but it's true.
So in fact one more year for my 17 years that my dad will not let me hug him in this his birthday, of which 17 good because I do not think you remember the other years of my life since I was little. But since I have been ah ah memory,
"Do not give me anything, I do not celebrate, is a day-papa any
But not for me is any day a special day that grumpy man that hates his birthday and my father gave me life and even that says "bulldog face" is my father and I love him.
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