Encucado

When my father was my age (actually a bit older, around 28, 29) he went overseas to study, just like I’m doing now. But instead of a tropical and warm country, he chose the very cold Norway. I’m not sure, but I think he spent around 6 month there, or maybe less. I just remember for sure when he told me once that the biggest reason he couldn’t spend more time there was because of my mother, who at that time was his girlfriend and was waiting for him to come back...
I don’t know why I’m talking about that, but this is something that have always “encucado” me since he told me about this trip for the first time. It’s crazy thinking how someone’s decision may change so many things, and how it may interfere in so many destinies of so many different people who are direct and indirectly involved...
Ah well, I dunno, whatever... :/