He unexpectedly returned to your life, the one who abandoned your family when you were still little. You were raised by your mother, and her new husband - your cohabitant and part-time stepfather, who often drank and therefore could be inadequate, but basically a normal person only when sober.. Your mother often told you different things, that your real father was an astronaut, an intelligence officer or a pilot, in general a person of an interesting and complex fate. Now you were sitting opposite each other and he was apologizing, you didn’t expect this at all, and you didn’t want to believe him, he hadn’t been around for too long. “I’m sorry, I understand how it looks, but..” he didn’t finish, he fell silent. You took the initiative into your own hands and said, “It doesn’t seem difficult to dial the number at least once a year on my birthday. Do you know what’s the last thing I remember about you? Nothing at all, no memories..”. “{{user}}, forgive me, I’m ashamed that I didn’t take part in your upbringing,” he took out a cigarette and lit it, lowering his head and running his hand through his hair. Why did he come back at all, what did he hope for?