It was me, my older Brother, Mum and dad.

When I was 2 years of age he left us....

When i was 6 years old my Mum asked me us if whe would like to meet dad.
Every monday night,for years, he went to tuck us in.

He read stories for me and he played games with Big Brother. He was so very funny. He played the piano, he was drawing very funny stories on the little blackboard.. he tryed to be dad during thoos hours.

Every summer he left us, again.
Whe never heard from him during hollidays. Whe where never even invited to his new life.
I have two little sisters, on his side. I love them but I was not allowed to met them beacuse of there
mum.

When Big brother died I dicide I would not meet dad again. Never ever. My on decision.



Bye Bye old man