I was 1 year old when my father died. I actually never knew him, so I can’t really miss him. Sometimes I was jealous of friends who had a dad. A big men who carried you when you was to tired, a man who chased the monsters away.But always had my mum and my granddad and my uncles. I never actually felt something was missing in my life. And I didn’t think my mom did. Me and my mum always had a good time. Just the two of us. We go really well together and we never fight. Together we have our little things together. Friday night is movie night, Sunday mornings we always go out for breakfast. Just everything was right. I can tell my mom everything and I do. And I taught she did. Untill now.
My computer broke a few weeks ago and I had a assignment that I need to finish I went into her room and started the computer. While i was writing a notification from a dating site popped up. A message.
