My father wasn't a very talkative man. When he was proud of something I did, he never said a word, he never praised my qualities, to my great disappointment. But as soon as I couldn't hear him, he ran to his friends to tell them how proud he was. He was odd, in his own way. Tender, in his non conventional behavior.

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Once he told me he believed I could do everything I wanted to.  I could live anywhere and how I wished. In moments of crisis, I was often afraid, I doubt myself or I lost heart. But he was never worried about me. He knew I would have risen again and I would have found a way, no matter what the problem was. "Laura is Laura" he used to say to everyone but me. And that was it, there was no need for any more words.

 

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