I was five or six years old then, I never said thanks, it never even crossed my mind, till now. To this day, we have never spoken of that night, words are not important now, because that feeling will be etched inside me as long as I live. And that memory, no longer is one only of a happy ending to a special christmas, but one of great sorrow for not being able to say , thanks dad, I love you, when it really would have meant alot. Throughout my childhood and adolescence,there are many more anecdotes, some more intense, others, less. Being a child you don't realize the sacrifices made, you forget them.
Life becomes routine.
Only as you mature, you understand how your life has developed, through the sacrifices of your parents. My dad has always been the type of person not to take chances in life. This probably stems from the fact that he never wanted risk our family and the stability he had tried so hard to maintain. This also put him in a situation where he was not able to expand his business and be in a better financial position for himself later. When I joined him in the business, of course I had high hopes and dreams of expansion and wealth.