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To my son Gael,

When you were born, my life changed and the future began to make sense. It began to have a new meaning, because the future, before that great moment, was only for me. I had just wanted to be happy with your mom, earn more and more money and be recognized in my professional career.

When you came into my life, my future became your future. And I wish that for your future, you have the same opportunities that I have had, with access to all the simple things that Earth gives us: fresh water, clean air and a safe place to live.

I hope that the actions (changes) that I am making in my lifestyle (mainly, only using the things that I need), will help you to achieve a better future than mine. I long for you to do the same for your children, and for all those around you.

With all my love.

Your papa,

Rolando

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