we are in this place like how i imagined when you were talking about your old house. wooden floors. there were people i don't recognize but seemed like friends and families. we were drinking.
and a man came out of a room, big and serious looking - i suppose he's your father. my heart was beating hella fast.
i walked very nervously towards him and everyone were watching.
his left fist was clenched - i will never forget that image.
i shook his right hand and looked at his eyes - big and still hella serious.
"good evening, sir."
and everyone bursted into laughter. i felt relieved but i was still very nervous.
i woke up with sweat all over my face.
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