Memories of my dad are so scanty, I think one day I’ll write them all down.

My mom told me once… that my dad came to the country but didn’t come close to the house, yet he was watching me from afar: he told my mom that he saw me sitting there lonely, waiting for something. Alone.

Why didn’t he come up? I would be so totally happy to see him. Was he around? Did he just come to see and then go back?

I need to talk to my mom.