Things never remained the same after papa's death. The whole town were sympathising with us. I still couldn't believe I wouldn't see my dad again. I cried and prayed so many times, wishing it was all a dream, but it wasn't my dad was dead and he wasn't coming back. I lost my dad at 6! I lost my mom too because the woman I live with isn't the Benita hitch I knew.
         After dad's funeral, my mum and I moved out of our old house to a new one to try and move on. My mom became more distant. She spent more hours at work and hardly spent time with me during  weekends. She usually dropped me off at my grandma's house. I think she blames me for dad's death because he was taking me for a ride when we had an accident.
          Four years after dad's death, mom started dating this new guy I hated so much. He wasn't even half as handsome as my papa. He was tall, slim and had big blue eyes like he could see inside your mind. Fuck! I hated him. Is this the replacement she had for my dad? Or was it because he was rich? Ya he had one big company where he made chocolates. She brought him to the house sometimes but I would stay in my room to avoid seeing him. Little did I know that I would be calling this jerk father soon.