In this photograph there are many characters, but I want to start by saying that the little one in the photo is me but I’m not the protagonist either. I was four years old and I’m getting my degree from the "Los Molinitos de Marchigüe" Garden. The woman next to me was Professor Veronica, my favorite. The real protagonist is the child watching from the bottom. His name is Diego. My classmate from the two years and my neighbor from behind. Diego was not my best friend, but I loved him very much and I still remember the jokes he made at me and the times we were punished at school. I see his face everywhere: the bakery on the corner, at village parties, at the supermarket or at our friends' house. He was expelled from two colleges and yet he struggled and managed to enter the University. We had four years in this picture, today I’m 19 and Diego should be 20 this year, but he died six months ago.
We were four years old and I think you dear friend.
I can see that you really miss him, but if you always remember him and all his friendship, he will live in your mind and heart forever. Thank you for share this story.
ResponderEliminarNobody dies if it is not forgotten, and I'm sure you never forgot him <3
ResponderEliminarYou told me about this picture before, I think that it is very important to you, and it is a memory with great value.
ResponderEliminarI’m sorry about what happened with your friend, I see you miss him a lot.
ResponderEliminarIt seems very nice that you remember it that way. I thank you very much to share it with us
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