"I just want you to understand the fact that..." I said, standing next to the desk, loaded with books, a huge mug -a souveneir from an unforgettable night- that serves as a pen-holder, a schedule, old magazines and all the nonsense that makes sense to me that are placed as tidily as possible "... I understand your reaction from a few days ago but have not made a move until now because I don't think there was anything to apologize for on my part, dad" I said in a rather serious manner. "Please keep in mind that it is not because I don't respect all the things that you have been doing for me. It is simply because I have no room left to cherish anything."