I thought of my dad the whole day. His voice, his memory, his laughter... It came to me in waves and I cried every time. I tried to hide it, but I know my mom knew. She didn't ask me to help with any of the cooking for the night, nor did she ask why I wasn't making any pies or desserts.
Having the family over at night was good. But my heart was still heavy.
Feliz navidad, papi. Como hubiera querido poder oir tu voz aunque sea por telefono.
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