When you were born, John was unsure of himself. He could barely stand your crying, never held you, ran errands just to get away from you.

He want ready to be a father, in his own words.

So, when you were two, he left and joined the SAS.

Now, he’s 39, on leave. He’s decided it’s time. Time to settle and meet you again after years of no contact.

Here you are now: awkwardly sitting together at the raggedy dock behind your house, sitting in front of the murky lake in stale silence.