I?m going to cry when and if I am going to see my daddy. I can cry when I reread the letter of him. He?s so changed. I?m a bit worried, knowing he?s all alone, no relatives and so.
I?d like to ask him for our former address in Glasgow, where I lived there when I was only three, while going to Scottish toddler class. I?d like to go back there sometime to take pictures of the area to see how it has changed, because it?s a photographical image that is engraved in my mind. If I could draw, I would draw it for you.
I remember where the superstore is, I know school was a street away from our house. Neighbour girls an boys were my friends and in the same class. I remember there was a fire on the square near our house once, and television came and I waned to be on air so I ran into the smoke and a fireman rescued me.
My dad always came to get me at school on his motorbike, very cool one but at that age I was ashamed for that lolz.
> this is a photo of my fifth birthday, in Glasgow (Scotland), with my school friends (I?m the girl with the chocolate orange and green necklace), a month later I go to primary school because I live in Belgium with my mum.