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My fathers guitar
My father´s guitar
I will always remember that when I about 12 years old, my father wanted to teach me how to play the guitar, he has an old one that he used to play when he was young, he used to tell me that the guitar was older than me, meaning that he had it for about 20 year at that time. The guitar was, and still is in a very poor state, you can see the wood almost falling off and the strings old and dusty wanting to almost break up, but he still keeps it, I am not sure why but I believe that it is because it reminds him of the times that he had with it when he was younger, the times when would go out to party or something and play the guitar with his friends or maybe sing a song to a beautiful lady. Yes, you can say my father is nostalgic and I think that is nice, he can now look at it and remember lots of things. This guitar reminds him of his younger self and also it reminds ME about my father and how he raised me, see, he has always been a hard-working man and he wanted me to be that way, he wanted me to learn new things every day and he wanted me to be the best at everything I like to do. He would push me to do my homework really hard on school days.
And I think that is why I learned English very well, he would focus on the English homework a lot with me, in fact I remember that he wanted me to speak about 3 languages. I kind of resented that he was always that strict with me on school but nowadays I thank him. I don’t know a lot of other languages other than English and I think it is because I never really liked them as much as English, I guess my father´s wish of his son speaking 3 languages fluently will never be true, unless of course I apply myself, maybe one day that will happen, maybe not. I also remember that in vacation days he would wake me up early in the morning and almost forced me to go with him and work on the family business, as a young boy I really hated that, I felt like on vacation days, after a long year of getting good grades, I deserved some rest, but my father did not cared, he wanted me to learn the true value of things on not just gave them to me, I understood this as a grew up and learn more about the world, anyway I guess my father´s guitar reminds me completely about him.
