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jag vet inte vad jag ska göra längre..

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“My mother passed away when I was very young, and my father passed away when I was eight. I don’t remember my mother, and I only remember little things about my father. He always wore a three-piece suit. He was a florist, so we always had flowers in the house. But everything else, I had to learn from people who knew him. They’d tell me that he loved baseball. They’d tell me he loved color. All the things they told me seemed very bland and abstract. So I was forced to fill in the gaps with my imagination. Then one day, when I was much older, my cousin told me: ‘You are just like Herman, you know. You have the same sensitivity and humor. He’d be so proud of you.’ And it was the greatest compliment I’d ever received in my life. It made me very emotional, because I felt for the first time that I had the approval of my father, and it made me realize that I’d needed that approval.”

Blir nästan lite tårögd. Jag är i samma situation.
Förutom att jag aldrig nått den där "När jag var mycket äldre" delen.