Dad was the one I could talk to about anything, he would never judge me or be hard on me. He would just listen and only if I was torn about something, he'd end up saying 'Alex, what do YOU want'? Focus on that and all will fall into place'. And it always did. I loved my dad for that. He had a good sense of humour as well. He could calm my mum down if she was having a fit about something. He loved being the only man on the planet who could do that, and she loved him being that man.
They were still in love, which was lovely to see. They had mutual respect for each other and brought different things to the relationship so it was never dull. Opposites attract indeed..
“Would you like to come over for dinner this evening? You're brother is coming and you're sister is grounded so she's not going anywhere.”
My brother Jason was twenty-four, he rented a small flat in a nice part of Edinburgh called Morningside. He worked as manager of a pub. He enjoyed it but his dream was to be a journalist. He was very attractive, had very dark short hair and dark eyes, was a little taller than both our parents, had an athletic build. He always had a constant queue of women after him, so as he was young and single, he enjoyed himself.
My sister Emma, was fourteen years old and a bit of a drama queen. She seemed to have an overdose of hormones she couldn’t quite handle.
“Yeah OK, I'll come. What time?” I asked. “Seven,” she replied.
“OK, see you then. Bye.” “Good bye dear,” she said.
I hung up the phone, gave my pillow and extra hug and lay for another five minutes before getting up. Lisa was in