My father Rodolfo Leal passed away almost 2 moths ago; even now that I try to write this some tears come out of my eyes; I loved (and still loving) him so much, he teaches me about courage, love, hardwork, in a few words, how to be a Man...
When I was managing with the darkest sequel of my Alopecia Universalis, short after I finished theUniversity; he stand side-by-side, he wasn't a friendly-like father but more a father-like-father; but always try to search correct words to confort me, helping me to get out of depression.
Several months after that, one day he come to me and ask me if i want a wig, because I was young and he looked that I didn't have a meeting with a girl in a few months; I guess that it was also a consequence of our previous talks, I said that I find some discrimination in a couple of job interviews in that time.
I looked at his eyes and said 'Dad, I don't need that, I love myself with or without hair'; he replies: 'Son, I really want to hear that, and I only can say that I'm proud of you, requires a lot of 'huevos' to take that decision'.
When he died, at the funeral I heard to his friends and colleages, almost all said how much he loved us, how much he was proud of us...
This is a little resemblance to him, I love you Dad... Te quiero Papi...
PD: Sorry for every misspelt word.
You need to be a member of Alopecia World to add comments!
Join Alopecia World