The flowers on the other side of the road

Chapter two

You may think I have been living this boring life ever since I was born but I haven't.

It all started on the 12th of March 2004. Now it's 27th of June 2005 and my life has still been the same. I always repeat over in my head "if dad didn't leave we wouldn't be in the position we are in today."

Dad was a loving and caring man and he was my favourite. He would always play with me and make me happy. As I grew up me and my dad grew further apart he hardly ever spent time with me and I can't say it's all his fault because I wasn't making it easier either. But it meant a lot when dad would come in and say goodnight and give me a goodnight kiss.

Over the years dad started taking drugs and he was never around to support the family which made mum and dad fight often. I would always hide under my blankets and cry until I fell asleep. My bed sheets all wet and there I was tears rolling down my face I couldn't cope with hearing my parents swear at each other it broke my heart to bits.

After years went by dad would never be at home and mum had had enough. The worst day of my life would be the 5th of October 2002 I was at the age of 14 and mum decided that we should move to Amsterdam.