Meeting my dad
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Today is Aria´s and I anniversary, and I´m planning a perfect date, but before this, my father wants to know her. He is a good man, he´s not like my mother, Dianne. I mean, no one of the mothers did let her son go away when he was like 18 years. I´m sure I won´t let my children do this. Dianne is a bad mom, just for this.
The point is my dad is a good man, but he´s sick. Very sick. When I was 14, the doctors tell my dad that he had a problem in his lungs. Like a tumor, but less dangerous to eliminate with sugery. He seemed like better in the next months, but one night he woke up and the pain was too much. He spent the rest of the next week in the hospital. The doctors test all about him. Finally, they got results. Was an hereditary and genetic illness.
The doctors said that Wes and I were probably carriers of the illness. They were not sure about how to prepare against the illness, but my father told the doctors that they couldn´t test us, that we were too young.
Aria extracts me of the flashback when it enters to the room. She already isn´t that 17-year-old girl. She is a woman. The most beautiful of the world. 22-year-old precious miss. And she is quite mime. I don´t want that she knows anything on the disease, at the moment. She is too good, since in order that I load her with the weight of the responsibility of looking after myself. I know that someday this disease will appear in me. There are a lot of probabilities of it. Like in my brother Wes. Thankfully, it might never appear, and I don´t think to say anything to Aria until it should be confirmed that I am sick.
