"Mum who is my father?"­ I asked "He is definitely someone" she said sounding agitated I sighed "Can I please have real conversation about him with you?" She turned to face me. I could see the anger in her eyes "Why can't you just accept that he is not a part of your life!" I flinched but I needed to know now "Please" She groaned "He was funny and colourful. He was a god on the guitar and could sing as if his life depended on it. But he was young and made some mistakes as did i" I smiled "What was his name?" "Clif- NO. No more shouldn't you be doing your homework you fucking disappointment!"