As I helped Mum unpack the boxes in our new house, I came across a photograph of my dad and I eating ice-cream. It was all over my face and Dad was laughing with me. Looking back, I remember lots of joyful times.
We were living in the country. It was in 1999 and my dad was suffering from cancer. He sadly passed away when I was only four years old. Seeing this photo reminded me of how happy my mum and I were. “I wish you could come back because I miss you so much”, I whispered, with tears running down my face.