I remember staying awake as long as I could so he would come and say goodnight to me. If I couldn't, I'd go down to the shed where he did his work and ask for a cuddle. He would always tell me that I should be in bed. Eventually I just gave up. The reason he left twice, is pretty much, he came back. I remember sitting there with my little sister telling my mum that he'll leave again. Never the less, she let him back in, and within a few weeks he was gone. Frances also has 2 children, one was my age, and the other was my little sisters age. I had to sit across from her everyday at school. Then we went to high school, and I went through the next 6 years looking at her. I don't remember a lot. I've blocked it out. Sorry for a depressing Entry #30, but it's the next step in the story.
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