I was just a kid with a broken voice when my father came and surprised me for the first time of many other. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“Look what I found” He was smiling, the mouth full of teeth.

I looked at him and I saw a very old guitar, all patched up with duct tape.

I stood up and he passed it to me.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“Someone dumped it in the trash. I just fixed. Try it, you might like it”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

I grabbed the guitar, and I strummed the strings the same way you would remove an unexpected bug from your leap.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“It sounds horrible” I said.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“Of course, you will have to tune it”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

My father took the guitar and started the tuning process.  At the beginning I thought he was inventing all, joking the way he always did, but after few minutes the guitar was tuned. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“Try now” he said.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

I pressed all the open strings and I remember getting all amazed about the sound.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Back at that time, I was not actually conscious about what he was doing but I know now, almost 30 years later and when he is already gone.  He gave me one of the best gifts no one ever has gave to me, and I also discovered that he played guitar at some extent, which I had no clue back then. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

From that day, I did not stop playing the guitar, I got a hobby for the rest of my life, he taught me that small gestures such as this one, can make a big impact someone else’s life.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Thank you, dad.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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