A minute doesn’t pass by without remembering that day. It was 5 years ago; I was at home watching a film with my dad. Suddenly, I heard the police siren. They stopped outside my house and someone knocked at the door. They took my dad away and they disappeared. I started crying, I was alone, with nobody to talk with, nobody to hug. I finally fell sleep. Next morning, someone was at my side when I woke up. She was a young woman and she was there to explain to me what was going on. She told me my dad was in prison, accused of causing the fire in church, where people died.
I knew my dad would have never done something like this, and I still think it today. So, for all these years they have taken him away from me, for all that moments and laughs I have lost, I will take revenge of this injustice.
Pseudònim: Lala Rose