Almost 23 years ago, I dined with my father for what'd be the last time. We met at La Carreta over at KT&C. We talked about many things, family stuff . . . you know. Then suddenly, he folds his hands ... View MoreAlmost 23 years ago, I dined with my father for what'd be the last time. We met at La Carreta over at KT&C. We talked about many things, family stuff . . . you know. Then suddenly, he folds his hands together and starts crying and trembling. Tears poured onto his hands. He was remorseful about something. He was sorry, and with a trembling voice, he pleads,
"Perdona me"
"Forgive me"
I was embarrassed as his tears kept pouring. His hands were clenched tightly as if he knew he was dying. I didn't know what to do. He was asking me like I had the final say.
I reached across the table, stretching my arms , laid my hands on his feeling the tears on his hands and catching the ones falling and said,
"You are my father
It goes without saying
I've already forgiven you"
A few days later he was dead.
?What did that set in motion?
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