That dog is not my dog, he is my aunt's dog.

Of course my dad is important to me. My mother died when I was young, so he was the one who raised me, who loves me, who wants me to succeed in life. In a way I am afraid of losing him. He works in the auto trade and Im afraid he could be badly injured when he is at work. Also he cycles to work and back and I get worried he will get run over and be hurt or killed, especially since he cycles on a busy main road with lorries and buses. If he died there would be no reason for me to continue living.

People on this site do not need me. Only a few would miss me if I stopped coming here.