I remembered that it takes two to tango. My mom and dad are tangoing with me right now. My mom says, through my dad, that there is no room in her house for me to stay when I visit my dad who is dying. I bet my dad has been drinking and womanising, to make her act that mean. He confessed once and it turns out he had slept with almost every woman I met near him. So I need to laugh that he is enjoying his last days. I need to stay away from my mom pouring whatever she has brewing in her alcoholic cauldron, so I don't get scalded. Laughing is the key and keeping a good distance when someone is aiming at me. I will go to the other side of the world, have coffee with my dad and kiss him, and then have a holiday in my home country which I haven't seen for 24 years. I wanted to tell my mom I love her too but I will have to tell my other friends I love them instead. I love all of you that pour your hearts out everyday here.