Today I woke up feeling really miss my dad. The best man I knew. He was responsible for me being adopted, without him, I would not have family, I would not have anything. Without him, I would only be one more child in Brazil, poor, abused mentally and physically. He was my savior, he was my hero, he was the perfect man. The day of his death always makes me have a bitter taste in the mouth, and a lump in my throat. My dad gave me a home, gave me food, gave me love, gave me a chance, gave me all that I was born without. Dad .. I miss you.