The man who took on the role of raising my mother and aunt when his own daughter died, only to then have to take on the role of sheltering my mother’s children from the raging storm that was our father. He was the first man whose touch I didn’t fear. He was the man who taught me how to ride a bike. He was the man who took me to the cinema for the first time. He was the man who was never supposed to go anywhere because we needed him to stay right here and not fucking leave!
