In a matter of months, your toes will not step on the tropical land you were born. A foreigner adventure awaits! A trip to undiscovered beauties! away from my side, widening the geographical gap between us. A desperate sensation of sorrow invades my mind, feelings I cannot totally hide or deny, duels to be overcome when letting your hand go, the hand I used to constantly hold weeks ago. There will remain in years to come, the reminiscences we lived as dad and son, like seeing off passing planes from the door, or kicking the ball with bare feet at home. The signature of leaving the nation is made of uncorrupted sacrifice, of pure love, felicity and prosperity will embrace your existence, and your well-being will cause my satisfaction to explode. For I am your father wherever you are, Emmanuel: No physical distance can wipe away our magnanimous affection, saying ‘see you soon’ encourages and challenges me to reinvent our relationship, to give it a new direction.
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