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I guess I'm not really out of my youth yet, really, but the memory I'm thinking of was way back around 1993-94 when I was about three years old. First, a little background information. My dad is half French, and although he doesn't have an accent, he probably identifies more with that side of his family than his Northern roots. He loved France so much that a couple of years after I was born he left his a job at a law firm where he could have made partner, and we moved to Paris. For a number of reasons, this did not work, not least because Mum couldn't speak French and felt incredibly isolated while bringing up a small child.

After about a year, we moved back to England - but Dad didn't. Our two dogs had to put into quarantine for six months, and we moved into a house down the road from my grandparents. At first, Dad flew back every weekend to see us, but then... he didn't. I was such a daddy's girl back then, and not seeing him all week was horrible enough as it was, and when he did visit I just really worked up, and I remember, clear as day, saying goodbye to him one evening and saying to him: 'You're never going to come back'. He just laughed and said I'd see him next week.

In the end, he lost his job in France in jump-or-you'll-be-pushed type of situation, and we became a "happy family" again. Somehow, my parents managed to stay together for another ten years, but they weren't happy times and I'm so infinitely grateful that my parents eventually gave up trying to be together.

Needs moar emo, Y/N?