Sunday 17th

Today, I had a great day at church. Everything went great until my wife called me to tell me that she was angry for going there in the morning. She left thinking about her past. All I wanted was for her to listen to me playing the keyboad at church. I couldn't call her, otherwise she will mess the rest of my night. I feel very good! I don't want to lose it. I wish my wife could understand me sometimes too. She used to tell me I didn't understand her, but now she is doing the same or worse with me. This all comes from a past that is told in memoir I wrote - FADOS OF A CHILD.