My dad is dead. Oh how I miss him. I miss the rows, the laughs and the fun. I miss the little chores he always left for me alone. Don't touch that, Toppi will come and sort it. I miss the way he pretended never to listen to what i say but still took my advice anyway. i miss having him and mum, so proud of every little thing i'd done. i miss my dad, everyday , a little more.