It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.
The little things? The little moments?
— They aren’t little.
The graffiti reads: “I could only afford to buy a spray can and write: Happy birthday, son. I love you.”
This is the type of dad I want to be.
Ni tu volviste a escribir, ni yo volví a extrañarte…