Thursday, February 19, 2009. I hear people quoting lyrics, singing lines of a story that I know first hand. I just rediscovered a little something I jotted down after my trip out to see him. I told him I loved him only when I got diagnosed with cancer. I hear people quoting lyrics, singing lines of a s.

Sunday, February 8, 2009. When he died, my mother was never herself again. She would try to be strong for us, but you could tell something was not right. Their story of how they met was strange. She worked at the wax museum. But she loved him, she really did love my dad. My Mum was something special. Even the way we lived reflected on her morale. Our house was powered by solar energy.

Monday, February 9, 2009. Broke when she pushed me once. She made me stay home some days. I didnt mean to hit her. But she kept on yelling .