We’d laugh, we’d cry, and we’d hold each other, wondering how the fuck we were gonna raise those kids right. We didn’t want them to be fucked ...p like we were. Struggling to make ends meet, living in a tiny house, barely having enough money to put food on the table.And then Sergio came into our lives.Pete and I had been saving up every spare dime and penny for weeks. We were gonna do Danny’s fourth birthday at Chuck E Cheese. We couldn’t afford a party, and we didn’t have anyone to invite. I rose and pulled on a robe. How far out of it had I been last night? I still had on my stockings, but nothing else. I never slept in the raw, and rarely without bathing. My thoughts went back to wanting a shower the night before, but I had had to print my pictures. Pictures. Leaving the shower running, I went to the entrance table, and there were the pictures. Years of editing pictures for clients had made me something of an expert on certain types of photography. These were quite good. If I. He feared hospitals, but I wish he made an effort to tell me. I could not give him everything. I might have operated him myself, provided better vascularisation, extended his life, decreased his misery a bit. I ll never know.He loved us the way he could, I guess we did the same too. But, but, but as long as I m alive, I wish we could have been better dad-son. Wish I was stupider. Wish I could enjoy TV along with him, or be there every day making life for him, or I was never born so he could. His hands are so strong. “Well, uhm…….” He breaths in deeply “movie…would you like to hang out…my place for a movie….tonight?”“Yes Tobias. That would be great. I would like to run hom…”“NO! I mean…why?”“Well I thought I would freshen up.”“You look great! Please you can freshen up at my house. Please!”So after I give it some thought, I agree. He walks me to my car and then I drive him to his bike and I proceed to follow him to his home.We arrive at his place and it isn’t very different.