I remember when I was little they called me the little mute because, as you can imagine, I wouldn't stop talking for a second haha
My dad would tell me from time to time: - Come here daughter, listen ...
And me: I don't hear anything, pa.
Then he would say: -Listen how beautiful silence is.
I made an ugly face and I got angry because I felt that he was not interested in the thousand things that he had to express, to tell, my imagination was flying ...
I was reminded of this today when, while making my bed, the record player stopped playing, and not a bird, not a car, or anything was heard.
There were a few moments of silence, of emptiness, as if my dad was hugging me....
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viiilove:
I'm glad to be able to share a little piece of me with you. That my memories sensitize them makes me happy.
atram:
@viiilove You Welcome!! 🥰🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️