
"This is the place where I grew up". It took you a while to realize that I was not kidding. We had too little things in common, let alone our childhood memories.
- My father taught me to ride a bike.
- My father never teaches me anything.
Maybe that was one thing we had in common growing up: the ever struggle to deal with the absence of a father in our lives. "I'm afraid I will never get over it", you told me one day. I said "It was over between me and him, a long time ago."
If your father were still here, would you tell him about me?
If my father had never left, would I even have been with you?