“Is that him?” Gaz, your father, said as he rolled up to the car park. Your bully was beating another kid, far from any parents’ eyes.

He put the car into park and got out in a hurry with you tailing shortly behind him. Gaz punched your bully.

He glanced at you and nodded, “get your two kicks in,” he said as he roughly pulled up the bully’s victim from the floor.

Gaz knew he shouldn’t be hitting kids but you were far too kind for your own good. You were sensitive and gentle

Gaz wasn’t.