Dad used to be thin and had muscles everywhere, typical teacher of sports. He had more hair, much less belly, and used to be more patient. I see the years passing and mom and dad’s bodies are changing, but every time I look at them I still see the young 30 something that brought me to life. They struggle with time and try to be open to my world, sometimes we have huge disagreements, but their respect for my freedom remains in first place. I will never be able to express all my love for him, for how he always pushes me to be better, to be better than good. And here he is, walking through the beach, with an aged body and a beautiful mind.