A beautiful taste of life?

In this brief but concrete piece of writing, you will see how life change when my father past away and I had to move to England for a few years. My father died on December the 6th of 1999, he got brutally shot by some senseless, heartless thieves and died in the same moment. I had to move to England while the constant aggression in Colombia settled down a little bit. I had to grow up as fast as I could and start living without a image to follow, with responsibility, two brother behind and a mother to take care of and give support.
When I left Colombia , I left my friends, my life , my fa…