It was the 28th of November, it was pretty cloudy and cold, all the people were shopping in some nice shops. Everyone, except my mom.
It was the day when I was born.
My dad, he was there too.
Both of my parents were pretty young when I was born.
Well, I guess that's not how this story started, it started way before I was born.
My parents met 1 year before I was born, actually I still don't know how they met, I don't even know if I want to know. Doesn't matter, but I guess both loved each other a lot.
How do I know that?
Well, maybe that's how I can start this story.
My dad, he had some cool friends.
My mom too.
But there are some different types of
"cool friends", there are those who are
always there for you when you need them
and then there are those that make you fall in a deep hole.
Guess that were the type of friends my dad had,
but I don't want to talk shit about my dad's friends, I think he did some shit too, to fall in that deep hole.
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The truth
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