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My Father’s Boots

I remember those brown boots in my father's closet always clean always shining, I remember my father, every day a few years ago, arriving from his job at the oil industry taking off his work boots and putting on his cowboys boots and going to his ranch every afternoon. Working in the oil industry wasn’t his favorite job but he had to work in it to earn a salary but his passion was the field, being surrounded for the nature and the cows from his ranch. Holidays, weekends and every day that he didn’t had to work were his favorite days because he could use his boots all day long, he could be in his ranch from the sunrise to the sunset, I remember him asking me to clean his boots for the next day, I remember him asking me to join him and I really wasn’t very interested in it but just for spend time with him it was a good opportunity. Boots went and boots came, he really didn’t spend much money in fancy clothes or watches or other type of shoes but in his boots, oh! He really used to buy expensive brown boots. In those days when I was a child I couldn’t really understand why he loved so much being in his ranch with all the mosquitos and heat instead of resting at the house after work. The day that he retired from his job at the oil industry was his best day in life, from then to the end of his life he could do anything that he wanted, spend all the time that he wanted at his ranch, after his retired he turned into a specie of rancher wearing every day his jeans,  his plaid shirt and of course his brown boots, the years passed and I still couldn’t understand why he loved so much being in his ranch, why he preferred the mosquitos and heat instead of other hobby, for all his life I couldn’t understand why he preferred it but every day the boots had to be clean so I kept doing this until I had to leave my house for going to the High School, for 5 years another person cleaned my father’s boots but almost 2 years ago the day he passed away I cleaned his boots for the last time and that day I remembered all those days of my childhood when I passed my time cleaning those brown boots and asking me why my father loved so much being in his ranch and why he loved so much his boots so I remembered one memory that I was missing from when I was 4 years old, my father told me once that he loved his boots so much because it remembered him his childhood at his father's ranch where he grew up and I realized that wearing his boots and going to his ranch was the only way that my father could bring those memories back.