At the time I was only six years old so I cannot remember my dad very well, but somewhere in my little blond head, I seem to remember the feeling of him. My mom left with another guy to live in Australia a couple of years ago, and since we have never been very close, I decided to try to find my dad. I have in many ways blamed my mom for my dad leaving.
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It did not take very long for my dad to respond. He told me that he was anxious to meet me, and when I next had a day off from Kensington escorts, we got together for lunch. My dad was a lovely man, and he explained that my mom had more or less kicked him out for no reason at all. After that she had created so much trouble for him that, and even reported him to the police for abuse. None of it was true, and I must say that I believed my dad as I know my mom is a little bit strange.
We got to know each other rather slowly, and it took my dad two months to tell me that he had prostate cancer, and was not going to make it. That night I cried my eyes out. I had come to love my dad a lot, and even told him about working for Kensington escorts. My dad had not married again, and I was his only child. If I had siblings I guess that I would have felt different about things, but as it was, I felt like I was going to end up being abandoned again.
My dad died a couple of months later and I was with him when he died. I sat with him on his bed and held him on my arms. When I looked into his eyes, I could tell that he knew that I loved him, and I knew that he loved me. It was horrid and if it had not been for my friends at Kensington escorts, I think that I would have gone completely mad. When my dad’s will was read, I soon learned that I had inherited his house and all of his money. I also found out that he had been watching me all of my life, and kept many special photos of me in a diary. Apparently we had been closer than I first thought.