A privilege

A privilege is being able to have lunch at your usual restaurant, and talk for a long time. Confessing things to him for the first time, listening a lot of advices and also some critics. And having the ability to hear everything, with the gratitude of someone who knows that it is a privilege to be 42 years old and still be able to benefit from his company, wisdom and his lap.

It’s a privilege to feel like I’m ahead of one of my favorite people, and we are so similar in appearance, but also in our qualities and our flaws. It’s a privilege to have a special complicity of someone who we can talk about everything, and to be able to know from a distance how we are doing that day. And even on a sad day, we have always managed to lighten each other up with a look and a smile.

It is a privilege to have been inspired by him, who educated me to learn to act, and know how to quickly learn lessons from the results of my choices, but also to be bold and determined, to remain humble and dedicate myself body and soul to what I believe and I want.

It’s a privilege to walk away from that lunch, walk the streets by his side, continue talking arm in arm, as we share new stories and laughs with those we know and love deeply. It’s a privilege to call my father my best friend.

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