Literature
Sleeping feelings
It was my fifth birthday. My father organized a big party in the garden of our mansion, he had invited all his partners from my family company, who had brought their children too. I felt very lonely, I didn't know anybody, and it looks like if those children were entering me with their eyes, so I tried to keep as close as I could to my father.
My father wasn't the kind of person who liked to show his feelings, he always looked like a man with a hard expression in his face and a strong personality, the perfect stereotype of all the members in my family. I was looking at him while I was holding strongest his jacket, even if his look was cold