At first, they used to see each other three times a week. They didn't even feel the day missing. On the third day, they used to go to the cafeteria. She will always remember the laced chairs and that chiffon cake, that she could never taste it again. They haven't had much contact since, then they stopped seeing each other. They told her he didn't care about her, and got her to hate him. After 15 years, she looked for him. She took the meeting weeping with fear that she won't recognize him. She jumped into his arms and that hug melted away everything. I love you, dad.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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