All the days before I go to the university, I lived the same scene all the mornings, my dad was cleaning his carsvery carefully and I was putting all the things he need in order. For me was fastidious to wake up at six on the morning, but my dad always says that he finds it relaxing. We have around three different cars one red, one black and one white, and we spent like two hours just to finish washing the inside. Even when I visit my family in holidays, you can see without fail that my dad is cleaning his automobiles. My dad loves his cars, he always tells us that are his treasure, but when I ask him why, he resists to respond my question. He says that he loves his car for the same reason he loves chocolate, just because he loves it. My dad´s love go beyond any possible comparation, even he has nightmares that involucrates my dad´s kind of obsession. When we go to the stores, hespends around twenty minutes to find the right spot and when he finally finished to park, sometimes he has doubts and restarts. But, I have an idea of the reason for my dad´s cars affection. When he was young, he didn´t had anybody to help him, he was on his own to find a public university. He didn´t had the support of his family, he didn´t had any type of money and at the same time he studied medicine, he worked in the public university. Things became more complicated, he married my mom and had one kid, he can´t found any support, and was on the line of losing his home. It was a desesperating situation. The time past and he resolved all his problems, he became a doctor and got the stability of his economy . After buying all the essential stuff, he saved a lot of cash, just to spent all the money, in a new and profitable car. It was a beautiful Chevy, it was indeed, we can say that for the cost, it was a magnificent treat. I think this is why my dad loves his cars, it is not for the use, it is not for theambition, it is not for the beauty, it is not for the recognizion, it is because of what it represents, the stability after an hurricane ends.
A Tale For Us
With your expectations so high, I can not help but enjoy your first prose poem. About the pix, love the shoes! - :D Welcome to postpoems ~slc~
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