Na początku pragnę zaznaczyć że będzie to nietypowa książka. Raz rozdział będzie po polsku a raz po angielsku. Taki mam kaprys. Rozdziały nie będą długie, ale za to refleksyjne. Enjoy.
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-Daddy! Daddy!-small chubby face appeared from behind the doors.
-What happened? You can't sleep, don't ya?-I asked smiling slightly at him.
-Y-yes... Kind of.-he murmured still hiding behind the doors.
-Come in honey. Tell me what happened this time.
His eyes shined from tears and his cheeks were red as tomato.
-D-dad... What am I?
-What do you mean?-I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him and waiting for clarification.
-You said that kids are made from love... And also that you didn't loved my mother. So what am I?-he asked with tears running down his cheeks.
I sat up on the bed and spraid mu arms.
-Come here honey.-I told him with soft voice.
He opened the door and ran at me snuggling in my arms.
-Love isn't only to be attracted by someone. Do you want to know what real love is?
He lifted his little head.
-Y-yes?
-It's to be used to somebody, have responsability and mortgage credit. Yeah... The mortgage credit os better than marriage in keeping people together.
-So, you think that love does not exist?
-I don't know exactly... Maybe there is a feeling that is what you call real love... Selfless unconditional and unlimited care and patience... Most od people fell it only to themselves. But I love you this way. That doesn't mean I'm not egoistic. You are basically part of me. Maybe that's why I love you.
-But you're not the part of me daddy, and I love you so much.
-That's because you're still child. You love me no matter what. Later you'll forget it. Now sleep...
I layed down on bed and closed my eyes hugging him to my chest.
-Good night daddy...
-Night honey...
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