El Diario de mi padre

El Diario de mi padre

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Siempre me había preguntado el como murió mi padre pero mi madre jamas me daba información alguna pues cada que le preguntaba evitaba el tema a toda costa, sin embargo, el día de mi vigésimo quinto cumpleaños me entrego un viejo diario. Estaba extrañada , mi madre solo dijo "Ahí sabrás todo" estaba confundida pero mi curiosidad pudo mas así que sentada en mi cama procedí a leer aquel extraño libro que me había dado mi madre, no tenia idea que entre sus paginas se hallaba la vida de mi padre , inclusive un secreto que mi madre siempre me estuvo ocultando hasta ahora . Os dare un consejo si tenéis una madre y un padre , ámalos no sabes cuando se irán de tu lado
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His face is leveled to mine and I can see tiny droplets of water on his face and lips as he draws closer to me, my anticipation is crazy as he moves millimeter by millimeter. I roll my eyes and move my head away. "Don't do this." He acknowledges what I said but doesn't act on it. He takes his hand and moves it to my jawline, moving my head to him. This causes me to become frantic. I can't get messed over. "Karan, we literally just had this conversation. This isn't fair to me, please don't." His facial features soften completely at my tone and he looks at me genuinely. "I would never." With that he kisses me and my stomach explodes in butterflies, turning over. He moves his hands from the hood of his car to the side of my waist. "That wasn't fake, Tejasswi", his eyes intent on mine against the dark drizzling sky. I can't stop looking at him. She's a soloist who doesn't like help. Especially with a huge mission like this. Will the mission fall through? Or would she need a partner more than ever?

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