A letter to Elías about a small rocket, a park, and the most valuable moment in the world.
We played with the little pressure rocket in the park today. You'd count, and I'd press the pump, and we'd watch it fly up into the sky together.
That's it. That's the whole story.
And yet there is nothing more valuable in this world than that moment in time. You counting. Me pressing. The rocket shooting up. Your eyes following it.
One day you'll be too old for rockets in the park. But I want you to know — your father was there. And he wouldn't have traded it for anything.
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