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When Mom left, Dad, Damian, and I went fishing. I love doing it with them because they are fun and it reminds me of when we were kids. The water is calm, the sun is shining, and the house in front of us makes me feel strange. That house that Dad says was once his, now no one lives in it.

"Dad, does anyone live in that house?" I pointed to his former home.

"No one. I'm thinking of selling it."

"Why?"

"You're right. It's better if I leave it to my son Damian. When he gets married, he'll have a place to live, and the best part is that it will be close to us."

"Dad, I want to have my own things, and I'm about to achieve it." Damian was always very proud and hardworking; he likes to earn things himself.

"Even so, I'll leave it in your name just in case; you'll be in charge."

"If you say so," Damian caught more fish. I haven't caught many; I have bad luck even with this.

"When I was young, we used to have parties on Saturday nights in that house, and then on Sundays, we'd have a barbecue in