It was a normal day, or so I thought as I walked out to chop down some wood.
I went deeper and deeper into the forest. Found a beautiful river down the lane.
That river was where I last saw him, then he never came back. Ever since that time, I keep coming back hoping to see him once more. I keep on hoping that one day he'll be in my arms again, but each ear that passes makes my faith weaker and my love grow stronger yet more painful.
He was the apple of my eye, the light to my darkness, the only happiness someone as isolated as me felt. I do not know where he went, nor who or what took him, but deep down I sense his presence sometimes. It could be my imagination, my longing for that connection and the fact that he was my only child. Some days, I wish I could end my suffering, wish I could either find him or just die. But I can't die, can I? What if he comes back and doesn't find his father? What if he come home to my lifeless body? God, I can't bear that thought.
If you can hear me my dear child, I am your family, I am your father and I love you unconditionally. Please, come home to me.
I need you here with me, you were the only happiness this old man knows. It's been ten years since I lost you, I miss you calling me 'papá' and following me around everywhere I went.
I'm going to leave the forest for the first time, I'm leaving so I can search for you properly. Papá is coming to rescue you, I promise we will reunite again son.