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Ever since I can remember, I’ve been from town to town, due to my dad’s job, we’ve been moving out. It was all fun until I found myself confused, sad and dropping down some tears. He had to move out every few months, or every year. He took us with him, because he couldn’t afford paying two houses, even though he was working with all his sweat and tears. I’m six years old, I don’t have friends at all, and we’re moving out to Spain. I’m so scared of living the “new kid” in school all over again. The same story, it’s starting to change. I finally feel like home and started making friends. A year goes by, and I don’t want to leave this place, yet my father must move out and we must move out with him. Back to my hometown, but since we moved out so quick when I was born I didn’t know anything at all. It’s a fresh start, new school and new friends. I’m getting used to this so there’s no fear and shame. A year goes by, and my dad must leave again, but this time, he won’t take us with him, he’s going with no one else. He finally finds himself capable of supporting and maintaining us from another city, so instead of taking us to his new home, he took his heart with ourselves in it. Years have gone by, and I finally feel like I belong somewhere, no more tears falling down my eyes, but something is missing, something is not by my side. My father comes and visit us every five days. Those are the best since we’re all together again. Six years go by, my family has grown up and so have I. I’m surrounded by loved ones, yet something is missing. I guess having my dad gone for too long, its what got me thinking. It’s been thirteen years since he moved out, and I get to see him every two or three months. I guess this is the kind of live he wants. I’m finally happy, surrounded by loved ones, still someone is missing and hasn’t returned. Tears fall down my eyes once again, because I found that I need my family and not only my friends. It's been five years since I wanted to speak to him some words, but it’s too late. Everything I know is that he must move again. I’ll keep my words in mind, since he won’t listen his son, I’ll save them for mine.