"Andáte of this house" , my mother said, "and do not return Andáte" . Look at my father and said "You heard your mother , the very wimp. Then I left and never returned. That had been my way out of the closet. They spent more than ten to re-tread that house, and I did at their request. I went stumbling around everywhere, on pensions, on the street, as friends, wherever he could. I apologized, my mother became a believer, my father went to another and I was happy to know them guilty. I became stronger, I understand your pain, but what was certain is that they never understand mine.
Now we are people who want to force, by the bond, no more. I came to love, I'm less resentful but I'll never regret having said.
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