I think that the saddest moment of my life, and the lowest so far, was when I thought there was something missing in my life. I didn't really notice it before then, I was too busy to care. But, when I was ten I had a lot of free time and my mom was always busy with work, so I thought to myself, pretended to play in my room, but I was really thinking. And one day it hit me I didn't have a dad. I didn't really think that it was unusual until that moment. I went practically my whole life without him. And I was fine with it, if my mom didn't like him then he must've done something wrong, but it wasn't until then that I thought about what he was like. What kind of person he was. If he had another family somewhere.