Have a photo, I and my father sat in the living room of the old leather sofa. He was talking about what seems interesting thing. Couch we are still preserved, can my father is no longer sitting there. The other is a photograph, we leisurely sitting on the green glass rocking chair in the corridor. My father's death, Nike Air Max 24-7 this picture has been hanging in my room. At the moment, I tried to stop the rocking chair, because I put all my ideas are written into a thick notebook. Later, I would like to put all this to enter my father's that old computer. On this computer, I still have to say. To this end, I must return to the past. Our family and my father's tapes. There is a video on my father and I sat in our holiday apartment in outside. Easter time when the outside sunny.
Each holding two of us half a sweet orange. I was so awkward to sucking orange juice, my hands are not peeling oranges. My father may be thinking about some completely different oranges, which I am quite sure. After the Easter holidays in this, my father noticed that his body some of the wrong child. He was sick about six months. He worried that he will soon die. I believe he knew he would die. Mom always told me, my father was particularly sad, because he knew that he really knew me, he would have died. My father was firmly believe that with a little boy as young as three and a half, can not really say. Today, Nike Air Max 90 I understand what he meant, and if you read this book, you will understand him. Today, I am aged 15, or exactly, 15 years old weeks. My name is George Rhodes, living in Oslo Hu Daimler Street, together with my mother, and Jurgen and Mili Ya. Jurgen is my new father, but I never told him to just Jurgen. Mili Ya my little sister.
She was a half years old, is really so small that people can not officially speak with her. My father died, my grandparents went to our house to help my mother pack up my father's things. But they did not find was a kind of important things: It was something my father wrote - before he was sent to hospital. No one knows when this thing. "Orange Girl" is the story on Monday this week it came out. What happened is: Nike Air Max 1 my grandmother would like to find from the tool room at something, but sat in my hour of that cushion under the Ministry of red stroller found it. My father wrote it when I was three and a half. It is actually my father, written specially for me. He then wrote the "orange girl" story, is to let me grow up to see it, that is, when I read it large enough to. To this end, he had written a letter to the future. We want to write things in four hours for 14 days or four years later, was the person to read - it is entirely possible.
"Orange Girl" story on this is the case. It is an aged 12 or fourteen, named "George" the boy wrote. That is, to not know my father was that "George" wrote; and he also had to assume that he will never know him. Now, this story has finally to be really began. Nearly a week ago, I returned home from music school. I was surprised to find that my grandparents came to see us. They suddenly rushed over from the pass Si Beige, but also in our lives in one night. Mom and Jurgen were also present. When I entered the room take off your shoes when four adults are, with some kind of hard to describe seems to expect - they really waiting for me. But my shoes dirty and wet, even in limbo. I feel as if a major event to happen. Grandma tell the whole story: NIKE Air Max 2011 she found a letter my father wrote to me shortly before dying. I feel my stomach spasm violently. He had been dead eleven years. A letter from my father - it sounds terribly serious, like a suicide note.