Looking for my father
I have no memories of my own life before the age of 8.

That year my father committed suicide, taking somehow all my memories with him.

There is not much left of his life, except a portrait made by my Grandfather who was a sculptor.

A portrait that has captured his lonesomeness.
This in mind, I created some memories of my own.
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