Just dreaming of Dad, he still didn't change a few years ago, and I have a feeling with my father with my father. I am afraid that all this is a fantasy. My eyes are not departing my father, afraid that he will leave me again. Dreams are waking up, only me alone in the bedroom, 9 o'clock, the students are gone, I have returned to a lonely person, I have to face it is still tomorrow. Reality is so helpless.
