In 1995 I moved to a new neighbourhood and I made new friends there. One of the beutiful people I met there were Matias and Emiliano Torres. Matias was two years younger than me and Emiliano was the same age as me and they were brothers.
Their father owned a disco in Lules so he had to travel every weekend to this place. Once, their father was called by one of his partners because there was a problem at the disco and his presence was necessary there. Matias wanted to go with him but his dad told him to stay at home because the roads could be dangerous at that moment (it was midnight) and he also told Matias to stay to take care of his mum.
Two hours later, the family received a phone call from a police station telling them Mr Torres had a car accident and he was hospitalized. When they arrived to the hospital, the man had already died.
This situation was completely sad for both of them. They both felt a part of them had gone with their father and as the time went by, they could feel the absence of their father.
With the passing of time, Emiliano started to feel better. He loved his father with all his soul and he said he knew his dad would be very sad if they didn´t move on with their life. However, Matias remembered him all the time and he always said he would have loved being together with his father because he was too weak to face this world without him and he knew Emiliano would take care of his mum if something happened to him.
In 2001, Matias was seriously ill. He had hepatitis, and after several times he had been gospitalized, he died on the same year. The death of Matias almost drove Emiliano to insanity. He couldn´t accept the fact of having lost his father and his brother and he went to supportive psycotherapy for a couple of years and he is better now. He understood his brother is better and surely he is where he always wanted to be since his father had gone, and that is just together with him.