My Memories

I need to write about my dad. How to do that?  In fact, I know a lot of things about my father from my photo album and my mum's stories. Even my two older brothers can't remember many details about him. How would I know?

My eldest brother Karlo was five, my brother Martin was two and a half years old, but I even wasn't born when my daddy died. I was born a month and a half after his death.

I have heard so many stories and now I know  that my daddy was a good man. He joined to the special police in 1991 and decided to fight for our country. I know today that he was brave and everybody loved him.

I was told so many things about my dad. I would like to know how it is to have a father, for just one day. I have a happy childhood and caring family. My two older brothers and my mum take care of me. My mum is bringing us up in joy and happiness. They told me that my father fought for that and eventually gave his life for our freedom and happiness.

I could write much more about my day but I don't want to. When I think a lot about him, I am sad because I can't change anything.

I just know that I miss my dad.