It began like this:

I had left home for a congress, for four days. My wife, my daughter and my son had said goodbye. We all were a little sad because of some troubles at home. After I had arrived at the place where the congress took place, I phoned my family. My two children hadn´t yet realized well enough that I would be away for four days. So my daughter asked me: how do you feel, Dad. Whereas my son asked me: where are you, Dad.

Both had asked for the same.

Both wanted to know how I felt.

But both did it in a different, and very personal way.

And it was good so.