The 2 faces of a same story

It was one of the most difficult decisions that I took, that rainy August afternoon when I walked away, in that big metal beast by the ocean, leaving the only woman I ever really had loved , my daughter . That will always be  in my memory as  a heartbreaking  moment because even today having spent 20 years I don´t forget  the deep cry of my baby, while  I  was walking away of  the port of Australia. however those were other times, what else could have done, being the son of a poor farmer,  I  only was  a boy of 21  years old  , who had buried his young wife 5 hours before . today however, rich and powerful I still wonder what  could be the life of that little angel to leave your fate  so long.  and is at times that  I can  feel her  laughter,  see her face or even feel  her perfume of newly born. I felt like a coward  for much  time  thinking that maybe i could have taken care of her, that i could  have seen her grow up, but now I Know that  this was the  best solution, because  my  life in london  never  was  very happy and I never  could have  seen her suffer for my bad decisions. and the truth is that many were the suns and rains that passed before I become who I am now, and while I´m walking  from my car to my office I still wonder how it would have been the life of my girl,  being now  the   daugther  of the ,most  important  europe´s businessman.

my life  has never been easy, I don't know my real name yet and I think that I could be daughter of  a  psychopath or  a  simple  teacher, but the thing that  I  know   is that I was raised by a pirate, and although it may sound a bit rude insurance is better father than that  man which still today I have memories, who left me alone in the world. however, the hatred for that man is no more. I think it faded with time, as my hopes of seeing him again. but that could change at any time, and today I'm going in search of something new and this time  I am who leaves the island for find my destination, I am moving today to London to begin my studies in the university.

three more years have passed, three more full years of agony and guilt, 3 years more that I´m pretending to be the right man that  everyone sees, it is today when  my sweet little would be 23 years together my,  and   is  today, when  also  I have to speak to an absurd college ceremony and the truth is I do not Know that I  will    do, when I will see  to  all these girls, thinking they might be  my little sofia.

today  make  three years since I left home to come to become  me a woman, and the truth  is  that I'm not the same scared little girl and a little wild that  came to   London  in search of his father,  today, the day of my birthday number 23, I'm on  way to  my graduation, feeling a strong acceleration in the chest, as if something  tell me that everything could change

the auditorium was full of young faces full of illusion and tears in their eyes, and it was then that I began to give my speech, from my place on the stage could see  like all people was  hearing me with great interest, until suddenly she came, she was tall, blonde, white as snow and with the  as grey eyes as  I saw only  once  time.  the time that I let  to sofia .

 It was very rare, but while that man gave his speech, I could not help feeling that  he was watching me , as if I only  were  talking with me. but then the speech ends ,and I found myself holding my diploma, but  was when I was leaving the auditorium    that  I listened a man shout, (daughter), I turned around and there he was, the same man  of the speech, crying and saying "sofia I'm sure  that you  are my little sweet girl”.

at that time my heart was blinded and  I  only could  run, hug her and say, “It´s ok honey, daddy  is here.”