Hace días realicé esta carta, mientras intentaba olvidarme de lo que me rodea. Me puse a pensar en mi abuela y me puse a llorar. Hacía mucho no lloraba, no te lloraba. No es que yo sea creyente, pero ella lo era, así que agarre su foto y le recé. A ningún dios, a ninguna religión, solo le recé a mi abuela para que me ayudará a enfrentar mis miedos y angustias. Me di cuenta que hacía tiempo no la pensaba mucho. La extraña mucho, ella fue como la mamá que nunca tuve ni tendré. Sé que ella no puede volver; de todas formas, sé que ella está en un lugar mejor.
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I have a story I want to tell and you have my love, my dear. You have me.
Daddy didn't see me borning, he was at work. Instead of him, my grandmother was there, with my mum. Oh dear grandmother, how much I miss you. Wish you were here.
But now she's gone, and all I have is my dad and a past that I can't fix, even understand.
Why haven't you been there? I missed you. You didn't hold my hand when I was crying.
Daddy, I have so many things I would like to tell you, like all I've been through. To the death and come back.
I was burning in hell with all my sins. I couldn't see any faces in there, just regrets and mistakes.
I am telling you right now, wish you were here.
I think I'm about to go, nowhere special.
Places are not my home.
Home is where love is, but I got no love, perhaps I have but I can't stand it.
Would you be the love where I could stay at, with nothing to lose but your love?
Would you?
You had to move it yourself, there's no one else in here.
It's been a wonderful dream but I have to wake up. Wake up, then.
