He came smiling and trying to keep up with his little girl aged five years, which run glad that go to the playground where a bouncy castle was sending the children to the world of stories more or less known. He walked quite clumsy, making a visible effort not to be discordant in relation to the child's progress in the context of the playground and, more than that, it does not spoil the joy princess in pink.
It looked like nothing that would require it, he would have refused. It was a pleasure to see mature man and in many cases even imposing, now enjoying the happiness of the child, from the time of breaking his man, aside contracts, suppliers and customers, dedicating himself totally a baby man. Descending, in other words in her world he was the king.
More valuable than huge amounts of money they made in business and they make many other entrepreneurs like him, was that smile that he could not only bring him his daughter, and she was asking only for a little time and a little sincerity, and a little of what it was thirty years ago, few would have liked to have and he then, little of what has and can give without the risk of losing something.
He looked lost and instantly crossed my mind thousands of men faces serious and determined, mature and serious, winners and fulfilled, plictistiti become routine. Of all these, I prefer it, that he had time to show their feelings, to externalize the child from him for his child, to give him what heaven all we love: time and attention. He was a man who knew how to win and even impose respect for others, but was able to lie on the ground at the feet of his daughter without the slightest hesitation.
It remained only for him. He seemed to be that if all these extra man. Plus child. Plus father. And if you could do that, could make me happy and me, as does the princess, as it does on her, she was now at home waiting for him. What else would be like a woman and a mother.
The last time I thought about it, how it seemed natural and charming, filled with an aura that exudes innocence in his juru. Our lives took different paths from one point, but he has not missed any important moment in the life of his daughter. He was there every time and it filled her with a joy that see her every gesture.
Coincidentally I saw him one day, he was in a jeep and try to persuade a young woman on the street, go out for coffee. I saw: a man sure of himself, and he knew he wanted something sure to get. Try to sell well: expensive car, expensive clothes, well-chosen words, money. Who refuse it? The young girl on the street refused. I met again after a while. Do the same. First I refused to believe it. The second time I was despised him. Again a refusal. Why? I could not run to her and tell her: you know what can be wonderful? You know that warm and soothing? You know how to read you can give love to his daughter, just simple gestures? You know what is gentle and human, as few men know to be today? Why does it want?
And I realized that they have no guilt, they are what he wants, but they sell "product" in the wrong way. As they do not need a man with jeep and money, they they will noticeably, a man who has for princesses who leave carried away, innocence and candor, but him to conquer them becomes another, that another that he believes that women fall in love. And it is still a wonderful man!
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