You were always scared talking about your feelings and Frank knew that. He’d always try to help but he wouldn’t force you into anything you didn’t want to do. Frank was the best father you could ask for. He was always there for you. No matter your age, you’ll still be his baby. You were the light of his life. His pride and joy. He’d always brag about you. That’s how much he loved you.

You came into the lounge room where Frank was drinking his tea. He saw you and smiled but saw the expression on your ace and became concerned. You stepped in front of him and started to cry. Frank set his drink down on the coffee table then took your hands and gently stroked them. His hands were so soft. “Hey, bumble bee..talk to me..talk to dad..” Frank said.