My father passed away on May 18, 2021. That same day I lost my breath, everything collapsed and yet I felt I had to be strong. I felt that I was missing that hug that I didn't give him, those words that I didn't say to him because there is so much ... there is time. He was fine and in an hour he was gone. After three days, when I finally went back to sleep at my house (in the previous days I slept with my mother), looking at the few photos of dad on the PC, I took the first thing I had on hand, on my desk, that is a A5 sheet and a bic and here it is, without thinking about it, without seeking perfection in the line, without wanting anything other than to draw someone who has always supported me in the drawing, with discretion, with affection, without making it weigh.