and every time when I see some man I try to imagine that is my father. Too much time I waste for learning men`s voices high or low. I have been traveling since fifteen years around the world and overhear different timbres of voices. I don`t find voice as I need, voice of my father. And this week I appear into hotel`s lift with some a little bit strange man. He needs a top floor. He is wearing blue pajama and singing a song and suddenly I understand that he is my father. I say : «Hello, father». He stop singing, his body is congeal and only head turn to the side with surprising.
14 Apr 2017
My Father's Voice by Anna Filippova
I have never heard my father`s voice
and every time when I see some man I try to imagine that is my father. Too much time I waste for learning men`s voices high or low. I have been traveling since fifteen years around the world and overhear different timbres of voices. I don`t find voice as I need, voice of my father. And this week I appear into hotel`s lift with some a little bit strange man. He needs a top floor. He is wearing blue pajama and singing a song and suddenly I understand that he is my father. I say : «Hello, father». He stop singing, his body is congeal and only head turn to the side with surprising.
and every time when I see some man I try to imagine that is my father. Too much time I waste for learning men`s voices high or low. I have been traveling since fifteen years around the world and overhear different timbres of voices. I don`t find voice as I need, voice of my father. And this week I appear into hotel`s lift with some a little bit strange man. He needs a top floor. He is wearing blue pajama and singing a song and suddenly I understand that he is my father. I say : «Hello, father». He stop singing, his body is congeal and only head turn to the side with surprising.
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