It's been a year I haven't seen you to know how old you've become...
I haven't seen your hair, your mustaches and your skin to know how dry, wrinkled and how grey your hair has turned.

dada, when I was a small kid...
you got me toys from abroad, chocolates and marshmallows.....
those colourful jelly bears for I used to always fight with my sister and my favourite chocolate that I never shared with anyother ....

you took me on rides on your very old bike...
hugging you from behind, I could see the birds fly....
you showed me rows of sunflowers and beautiful scenarios...
you got me cutlets to eat and an ice-cream to lick on a very late...