Never leaving my side, like an obedient puppy.No, stay on the line with me. Please, don’t go. We’re so worried for you. Don’t kill yourself. Ple...se, your ex is here, she’s crying. She’s so stressed. She cares about you so much. She still does.And for the next while, she won’t be able to think about you without thinking of this, how much it scared her, and how she needs to push you away to stop being hurt like this.Hey. I heard the police found you. We’re so glad you’re alive and safe. You’re in. You already have people who care for you. Do a good job and you'll die an old man with your family and friends mourning you."He looked at me blankly."Diego, Carlos and Leo – they are dead before they are eighteen. They will never have wives, children. Maybe they have mothers who mourn them, but that's all. The school – most kids are happy they are gone. Their gang are probably annoyed that they overdosed and are not out selling drugs in school. They'll find a replacement for them soon."Next. Com. I told her about me and how I got into dancing. I saw her to be noticing me while I was dancing and showing her the steps. She had danced before and so she grasping the steps pretty fast. I complemented her saying you look totally different when you dance and can attract any one to that she replied saying you too and gave me a kind of seductive smile. I already knew in my mind that it is going to be fun with her but i had to stick to my job duties.The same night I got a text from her on. I found several old sepia photographs, each of them with the same woman who I recognised as my Granny. What did surprise me was that the man in the photos, even though he was in the Australian Army uniform, he was not the same man as in her wedding photos. My grandfather was a Private when he was sent overseas in the early months of the war while this man was an officer. What I knew of my grandparents was sketchy, they were both from Katoomba in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. She had come.