Finally, when the little beast was asleep, I had the chance to smoke quickly before anyone noticed me outside the house. My mind was empty, thoughtless and fearless, or at least that's what I thought. What I have realized recently is that the only solution to a successful future is to leave the past behind, however, at times, as if necessary, this tormented my conscience. As I walked around the house, trying to find a place absolutely hidden from the eyes of the neighbors, the smell of the freshly painted house reminded me of my past that I had been running away from for a long time. Suddenly, my father's words crossed my mind. When I was younger, he told me, "Champ, life will often give you the choice between good and bad. Always choose good. Good is better. That's the golden rule." to him, so I experienced the consequences of making a wrong choice in life. I grew up and grew up as an only child in my family. Growing up without siblings made me selfish and spoiled, but I never realized it until I thought back to my childhood. My mother was a housewife, a thin, blonde woman with no regrets. She was very outspoken with people, always spoke her mind and never had a problem offending anyone. Unlike her, my father was very quiet. I guess it was because he was a writer, he always put all his thoughts down on paper, rather than pouring them in someone's face. As cute as they were, living with them was a nightmare, at least for me. So I decided to leave, even if clandestinely, it was a step I felt I had to take, and so I did. On the night of April 24, 2005 I left the house. The only proof of my existence... middle of paper... with tears on my face, I ran, packed my bags and left the house as soon as possible. I headed to the airport, knowing that today is the day. I knew I had to return to my hometown. The flight was too long, but when I arrived, none of that mattered. Before my eyes everything was the same as when I left, but this time people were in a hurry. I stopped and asked an old man. "What's going on here?" "If you had arrived a little earlier, you would have found him alive. "I already knew that my dad was dead. Mom died a year ago and dad also died today. And me? I was late for everything. Now the father's tear haunts me, it is heavy like the greatest burden, it destroys me day by day and does not let me move forward. What I learned was that no hand could caress mine like my parents' and no tears could be as heavy as my father's..