

New update!
And i'm a little drunk...
I'll explain: Tonight was my first pratic lesson on my bartender curse!
I make one drink, all by myself! I'm so proud! (and it was so good... hmmmm)

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So, last sunday was Mother's Day.
I couldn't talk to mine, cause every time I call her... nobody's home!

But them, I was calmilly at home, when fone rings. My sister-in-low pic ups and pass to me... it was my father.
After SEVEN MONTHS, I receive one call for him.
He ask me if I was mad with him. What could I say? I told him I hasn't.
In fact, I'm not angry with him. I'm upset.
When I decide to move to Sao Paulo, he don't talk with me.
He never say me good bye.
He never ask anithing to my mother or my sister, to know how I was, if I was ok...
He didn't call me on Xmas.
Didn't call me on New Years.
Didn't call me on my birthday.
And them, he call me again on monday, asking for my e-mail.
Now, I open my mail box, and there was one message. Asking if I miss him, those kind of stuff.
And I can't say to him that I'm in chock, that i'm not ready yeat to talk to him, acting like "never happen".
I don't know what to think, or to do.
eu queria fazer, muito caro a??