One Chance One Life.

When something bad happens, everyone has different ways of dealing with it, some are positive and some are negative, I've always wished I was a more positive person.

So, I was six when this all happened and I was stuck with a situation that I had never even seen in my worst nightmares but I had to deal with it. I have always cared very very much about my mum and even though I was only six, I knew about her financial problems and we had nearly been kicked out of our flat once or twice because we couldn't afford it. I didn't want to scare my mum and I didn't want to worry myself. After all, what if my nightmares were all wrong and David was the nicest guy in the world? Well anyway, I put on a brave face and acted happy.

My grandma (on my dad's side of the family) already lived in Sweden and David was going to stay with her for a while, therefore, my grandma, my mum and I went to meet him at the airport.

I had a day of school so I could meet him, the first memory I have of him sense he came back to Sweden was when he came through the arrival's at the airport, wobbled over to us and gave me a hug. I remember the smell of the alcohol. The fear in my voice as I said hi. It was the first memory of him and it wasn't a good one.

I also had to spend the rest of the day with him and my grandma but my mum had to go and I remember asking if I could go home but she said that I had a day off to meet David, I might as well spend some time with him.

We went to my grandma's flat and ate, I sat quietly and listened to their conversations as I ate the pizza and then when I was finished I went and stroked the cat. The cat wanted to go outside so I went and played on the climbing frame for a while. After an hour or two, it was time to go home. David was taking me. It was the first time I was on my own with him and he was even drunker then he had been at the airport, he had given me a present and we were walking to the bus stop, he asked me for the way there but I didn't know so he asked a couple of girl's. He was drunk and forgetful so all of a sudden, he was speaking english to every one and I couldn't speak english at the time and he just scared me more as I couldn't understand him.

Anyway, the girl's gave us the directions to the bus stop and we managed to get there, there wasn't any buses going for a while so we walked home, I had to show the way as I was used to the 20-30 minute walk from the bus stop to my home.

We came home and I went inside and burst into tears, I told my mum how scared I was and that I didn't like seeing him but she said to give him another chance and see him when he was sober. Of course, he was never sober, I never once saw him sober but yet I kept giving him another chance for my mum. To make her happy.

And so it went on...