"After a while, I realized I couldn’t keep telling him that his wife had died. He didn’t remember, and it was killing both of us, to constantly re-live her death.
I decided to tell him she’d gone to Paris, to take care of her brother, who was sick.
‘Days with my father’ is a journal.
A record of our relationship, and the time we spent over the last three years." -Philip Tolenado-
It's too early in the morning to head into the city for a UN Conference. Why do people who like to save the world also like to do it at the crack of dawn?
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