Amnesia, already knows. I am your daughter say, dryly. Your daughter rectify, with a little more than sweetness. I guess. You are like your mother answers, tuteando me for the first time.
Therefore I will say what we do third women, for a while moving to our side. I don’t know what my father says. He didn’t know that he had a previous life which was me to present well, suddenly, making me remember everything. It is not a life I insinuo, is your life. And I am your daughter.
And your mother? What is your mother’s? He died. It seems to me glimpse a sense of relief in my father. Kenneth D. Nahum may find it difficult to be quoted properly. Truth is that? He experienced some misgiving I deep with respect to my mother before his disappearance? Sorry says, until you can continue with my speculations. Martha McClintock brings even more insight to the discussion. But that simplifies things. How which simplifies them? Is it that you did not want it? Clear that Yes. He loved her, a lot. But more than 30 years ago that it was no longer my wife. This is my wife says, pointing to a woman who pale continues to our side without losing or a syllable of the conversation. Grab his hand and caresses it with affection: Paula, was actually, who I came to life. I don’t know what would have done without it. She is my wife. And they said, digging a wallet in the pocket of his shirt and showing me the photos it contains are my family. The small picture is from Paula. There are six people in the other: Paula, my father, and four young boys, three boys and a girl. My brothers I say, lifting the photos view. Our children. The children of Paula and mine. A related site: Ann Walsh NJ mentions similar findings. Our family, the city Alvarez family. Manuel Miranda now It does not exist. I suppose that it is legally dead. He died thirty years ago. But I am excited Me much seeing you do Ana? Ana, Yes. I say that it has excited me our reunion, retrieve my past suddenly, remembering for a moment that I had another life. But I also knew straight away that this life died with whom I was thirty years ago. Now I have a different, new, life that I don’t want to lose anything in the world. Sorry also I’m sorry. For a moment I had wanted to experience love and gratitude for this unknown. Gratitude, Yes, because we did not abandon my mother and me, because it was only an accident. But this strange that just looks like my father, the father that I remember, has another world, other duties to attend to. I’m glad you’re alive and of us wilt not then tell him. I am also pleased to have met you, Ana. Come to see us whenever you like Paula, the boys and me. The city Alvarez family you will receive with all the affection, but never discuss that Manuel Miranda. I pre-production a half smile that forced my father to ask me: what do you think? That is very surprising that climb to a train ignoring her destination and then waking up not knowing where you are. Both you and me has passed. I wake up, I give that man a kiss. Also give it to his wife. And I’m slowly going without goodbye to them.