Sometimes, surprising in the midst of my sadness my father's anxious scrutiny, I pressed his hand as if to ask him tacitly to forgive me for the pain which, in spite of myself, I was giving him.
Batzuetan, nere aitaren begirada urduriak tristeziaren baitan harrapatzen ninduenean, eskua luzatuz berea estutzen nion, nahi ezta egiten nion kalteagatik barkamen eske bezala.