"I'm not your real dad anyway!" his voice at me did scream, I was only fourteen...what did he mean? Then in a split second, I knew what it was all about, "I don't fuckin' care!" I heard myself shout, I raced to my room, and started to cry, my young head was exploding!...God, I wanted to die, then it suddenly made sense, all those painful years, a real dad would've been different, I thought through my tears. It toughened me up, I grew up real fast, It made me so angry, so bitter, but thank god, that didn't last. I would've really liked to have had a real dad, but I learnt not to miss, something I just never had."