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This will not be the typical blog where you'll find lots of usefull info. (At least not yet.) It will reflect daily experiences that I treasure.

I never had the privilige of having children, or at least never had the right to admit that I do. On 14 February 2006, I met my son, Franco for the first time since he was born. He is 20 years old now, and we are starting to form a bond. Weird but true. We work in the same complex, but for different companies. His adoptive parents are not aware of the fact that he found me.

I've wanted to hug him and tell him how much I love him since the day I found out that this dude is actually my son.

I do not get the chance to see him as often as I would like to, just a few minutes here and there, I WISH I COULD CHANGE THAT RIGHT NOW.

Franco is the perfect little boy. He looks a lot like me and I can see in his eyes that he loves me too. He is so gentle and kind...

Everything sounds so perfect, but it is very depressing. I just see him in the morning when he drops by at my office to greet, a few minutes during lunch and then again when we go home, him on his bike and me in my car.

How can everything be so miserable... It is beyond my understanding... I wanna hold him spoil him and shower him with gifts, which he does not want. He told me that he does not want any materialistic things, just my care and friendship.

I do not know what else to write right now, I am very bitter and do not think that I am going to cope with all of this. It forces me to put my feelings on a website, *(not very cool)

I love you Franco my boy... one day you will read this and know how I felt.