Patek Philippe

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when my father pass away...

I was thirteen ... my mother's budhist and after his death she wanted to give all his possesions

to the monks at the temple..( didn't understand at the time). I stole my father's Seiko from the pile the to be given away

.... I remeber how heavy it was and how bright it was at night while laying in bed. It was the only thing left of my father that

was still alive and I wanted to keep that Seiko forever, I knew at thirteen that if I kept the watch on or kept it moving that it will never stop

didn't understand why, and didn't really care at the time. All I knew was that that watch gave me comfort... my mother always knew that I have taken the watch but never said anything, she let me kept it for a while... until one day she told me I had to let it go.. It was the only way to move on. It was tough, and trust me, I did not want to give it away.. but I did... since then I have awlays loved watches. In a strange way it gave me a sense of comfort I can never explain