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Sent to a friend I've always been brought up my my mum. I never had a Dad, i mean he was out there somewhere but was nothing to do with my life. Mostly i was happy with this. I had the occasional urge to find him, look at him and see if i could see me. But i never did. Then when i was in my teens i found him, i wrote him a letter asking if i could see him. I never sent that letter, it's in an old box. This i regret as now he has gone forever and i will never have the chance. He left behind other children but i think i should leave them be or will i then regret that?Rating:1.00
