>>478685920this is a beautiful story.
Now let me tell you one.
This morning, me and my dad were cleaning up my grandma's apartment after she died, and my dad put on a desk all the old books, old papers, magazines and shit he wanted me to throw away, in two neat piles. "This, and this. Throw it away."
I thought he wanted to get rid of everything, not realizing he put two piles of paper close to each other. One of those piles was all the photos and photo albums of my father's family, my long gone grandfather, my grandma, my father as a child... In fact, quite a lot of memories he wanted to preserve.
As I left with the bag full of what I thought was old and useless paper, a lot of heavy thrash, my dad realized that I made a mistake, and tried to call me on my cellphone. But I couldn't hear it, I was sweating from the heat and fatigue from having to carry several pounds of paper, my cellphone set to vibration, in the noisy traffic, on the road to the dumpster.
And I threw it all away.
The look on my father's face when I came back to the apartment, I will never forget it. He asked me if I didn't hear my cellphone ringing, and I immediately knew that I screwed something up.
Just so all of you know, I am not blind, of course. I did see what kind of papers, books and stuff I was throwing away, but I didn't think anything of it. I remembered his words: "This, and this. Throw it away." and I thought that maybe he wants to get rid of everything, that he had pictures and stuff he wanted to keep, so he told me to throw the res away, so that we won't have thousands of similar photos lying around.
But what shocked me the most was his reaction afterwards. He didn't get angry, he didn't hit me. He just stood there, and he said: "It was meant to be." He wasn't angry, he was sad, and that struck me the most.