My father´s Sunglasses

My father has always kept these old sunglasses that he bought with his first paycheck. I remember when I first seen my father wearing douse old sunglasses, which seem as old and unfashion as they are. He has always been very proud of his sunglasses, maybe because they represent his first real work effort or maybe because they still unbroken even though they are older than me. My brother’s and I have always make jokes to my father about his sunglasses, telling him how big and estrange they are, but he had always stand up with his traditional phrase “any things can be perfect if you got it with your own effort” and he puts on his sunglasses ones again. Even though the sunglasses look really estrange, they have been present at all my families reunions days, it doesn’t matter if it is Christmas, Halloween or san valentines day, they will always being there. My father loves to wear them to show people what he has earned with his effort and pride. With the pass of the time I have understand a little bit, why my dad like so much douse sunglasses, I understand that he loves them because they have become part of him, they represent his style, his way of talking, his way of walking and even smile. My father even had many opportunities to buy a knew pear of sunglasses, but he always keeps the same idea that there is not kind of sunglasses that can be compare to his old. For me this sunglasses situation shows me how much a person can hold on to his personal belongings, may be because of the idea that letting douse belongings pass away, represent for him to left back his pass, his present and his future. My father’s old sunglasses teach me that the things that we have, are not valuable for how expensive they were or how pretty they are, the real value of this things becomes when we start giving to them that special meaning for us, until they become part of our lives. Yes, my fathers sunglasses are old, big and estrange, but my father loves them; as much as I hope some day with the pass of the time, I will understand that love, once I get my own sunglasses with my own effort and pride, until they represent my future, my present, my past.

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Tello, Andres. "My Father´s Sunglasses." Letter. 28 Sept. 2011. MS. Monterrey, Nuevo Leon.

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