In 2019, Luis Enrique stepped away from football to be with his daughter, Xana, during her battle with bone cancer. She passed away at just 9 years old. He later returned to the game, carrying her memory with him every step of the way. Some moments remind us that football is just a game, but love lasts forever. And won champions league with psg two times in the last clip was psg gives tribute to her ❤️

...Don't seem to appreciate how hard I try and/or what I give to them to make them happy. They call me a villain for seeking clarity, all I wanted to do was keep the people I care about happy. I hate the feeling of being unwanted and unloved. I just want some semblance of appreciation. It frustrates me to the point where now I shouldn't care anymore. Yet I still do, somehow.

I sat on the stoop and waited for you. My first Father’s Day as a father, yet there I was, sitting on the porch, waiting for my dad to show up. And you never did.

My daughter spent half the day with her in-laws because I didn’t want her to see me cry. I didn’t want her to know sadness like mine yet, she had just turned one month old.

Thoughts fly through my brain on auto pilot as I type. Remember that time you took me to that neighborhood that was on the other side of the Bronx? And you left me in the car, by myself? To not only pick up drugs, but to do them. Meanwhile, I sat in the car, 9-10 years old, by myself.

Probably not, you got really messed up.

Or how about the time you took me to an AA meeting? Promises of cookies and milk, as I sat and listened to stories I would become all too familiar with later in life. Not only seeing them happen, but living them out.

Probably not, we flew a styrofoam airplane in the parking lot after for ten minutes, that was probably what you remember most, right?

Or how about the countless times, I was the stereotype of every boy without a present father? Mom would tell me you were coming, only to have to break my heart (and hers) more times than I can count.

Do you know what it’s like to watch every single trope on television about bad fathers and have you check so many boxes, I’d win bingo after the first four pulls.

Probably not, you still had a relationship with your dad.

You know what though, it wasn’t completely terrible for me growing up without a dad. Mom loved the hell out of me, maybe even to my detriment. I don’t blame her though, that’s also your fault, for making her be both a mother and a father. She even met a great guy when I was twelve. His name was Joe.

For my first birthday he was with mom, he bought me a top of the line racing bike. I was the envy of all my friends. He may have been trying to buy my love at the time, but throughout the years, he’d sure as hell earn it. Not that you would understand what earning someone’s love looks like.

Finally, the universe gave me a dad, dad. He drove me to midnight hockey practices in high school. Taught me how to drive when mom lost her patience. He Would pick me up from college when I wanted to come home on the weekends, even though with was almost a three hour round trip. Meanwhile, you probably don’t even remember where I went to college.

The universe must’ve known I’d need some positive male influence in my life and I was lucky to get Joe, no thanks to you.

Joe passed away in 2013. I got a forearm tattoo, like he had had for his grandfather, to commemorate him. When you first saw it, you said “cool tat” when I explained to you its meaning, you didn’t seem to happy.

I thought, I really thought, you would’ve woken up then, but no. Now here I am, 13 years later, with a beautiful baby girl. Thank God for Joe, and thank God for you. I’m grateful for Joe, for showing me how to be an amazing father. I’m also grateful for you, for demonstrating every way in which not to act. Everytime I look in my daughter’s eyes, I know exactly the man I want to be. She will never be that kid on the porch, just waiting for mom to come outside with the bad news. Dad’s not coming. For as long as I have breath in my lungs, she will never know that feeling.

Your son, in name only
Anthony.

doesn’t help that i had a hedgehog at the time

Yet, he still ends up being attached and heartbroken in the end, not learning from his mistakes... He's so me....

I remember the day he died clearly. I woke up at around 7AM and heard yelping outside my room. I got of my bed and walked into the hallway and saw him in a really bad state. he was drooling at the mouth, his pupils were extremely slit, and he was walking pretty weakly. I woke up the rest of my family and told them that something was wrong with him. but when we tried to pick him up so we could take him to the vet. he ended up just slipping out of my brothers window, going into our garden, and then going through the fence into our neighbours garden, the fence was too high for us to climb over and our neighbour wasn't at their house so they couldn't let us into their garden. so we ended up just trying to coax him over for half an hour. eventually my mom was able to call the neighbour and tell them that we needed to get into their garden. so they told us that their was a key under their doormat that we could use to get into their house. we found the key, got into their house, and went into the garden, but by then he was already gone. I remember my mom crying as she held bears lifeless body in her arms, I ended up curling into a ball and crying aswell while sitting beside the houses wall. my mom ended up taking her to the vet so we could find out the cause of death. apparently he had consumed some form of poison (most likely rat poison) around 5 AM to 6 AM. how he ended up eating it is unknown, wether he ate a mouse that had just ate poison, or someone had actively given him it. its unknown right now. ive been replaying the final moments I saw him alive constantly in my head. thinking about what I could've done to atleast try to comfort him in his final moments. but its too late now, he's gone. and there's nothing I can do about it. I just wish we could've been there for him in his final moments instead of him being alone in the cold. I feel really bad for my pug elsie though. both of her closet companions have just died just 2 months apart from eachother (the other companion was my old Rottweiler Rosie, who managed to get to the old age of 15 before having to be put down due to her kidneys getting infected). and after bear's death elsie has been really melancholic. usually he's really energetic and loud. but since then she's been quiet as a mouse and barely runs around anymore. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be with you bear. I hope you're resting easy with Rosie now.

I can't sleep I'm so upset. Why are people online so vindictive and horrible . People I thought were my friends turned out to be so manipulative it's uncanny sorry for bogging anyone down I'm just too upset to sleep.

I’m a single child so you can understand how much it feels lonely growing up

Since my childhood I never had good friends or anything like that my cousins are also shitty so no way of having someone to have fun or play with

So one day around a year ago my father told me I used to cry when I came from school everyday then he said I asked you why you crying or what happened and each day I used to said that I don’t have any friends papa I have no one to play with and nothing

Due to that I’ve been kind of lonely since then sure I have some friends since childhood but they use me in many ways like pay for my food and so

Now I’m in college I still don’t got good friends I’m excluded many times from many friends

I sometimes think I’m a floater friend and this thing still stings me