“Dad, you can’t keep appearing in my bedroom as and when you want. Please respect my privacy.”

Dad just sits there on the end of my bed, nods, and leaves the room. The room suddenly becomes very cold.

Dad passed away over a year ago now. Still seems like yesterday.

Chris is a Network Manager involved in many aspects of IT. He loves writing short stories and technical articles, photography, and playing the guitar. He is from Dudley in the Black Country. He is also a member of The Oldbury Writing Group.