When i was six, my mum and dad got a divorce. My dad brought 2 friends to our house they had been out drinking. My dad was drunk, me and my mum was in bed, and his friends were staying in the back bedroom. My dad was making himself something to eat, and fell asleep on the sofa. The chip pan set afire along with the rest of the kitchen. Luckily one of his friends got me and my mum outside, but it wasn't that easy with my dad. His other friend had to drag him out by his shirt. I remember sitting in the cop car and seeing my dad trying to go back in for me. Well that was it my mum wanted a divorce. We lived at Janet's for 6 months me and my mum and i didn't see my dad for another 7months when we moved back home. My dad came for his things and that was it. My mum wouldn't let my out she was scared my dad was going to take me. And i wished he did. She wouldn't let me out of the house, i would sit up stairs in the spare room and talk to my friends through the bedroom window. My dad started going next door so he could stand on the back garden and see me. But when they found out that was the only reason he went round they stopped him from coming so i couldn't see him again. Then it came to it i was aloud to see him every fortnight on a Sunday at my nans. I ran up to him gave him a hug and i never wanted to leave him again.