I don’t have a Dad. No, really. I don’t have a Dad who disappeared, separated from my Mum or went through a tragedy. This is something I found myself explaining growing up, particularly around the age 8-10 when kids become more conscious of things around them and notice differences. I never minded explaining my story as I found it quite amusing – the surprise on the kids’ faces – and would sometimes even raise the topic myself.

But one thing I found hard to understand was the pity and sadness that often came from other kids who would say things like “But don’t you want a Dad?”. And truth be told, I really didn’t mind because I’d always been happy with my Mum and it’s all I knew, so I never felt like anything was missing. I think their questions forced me to start thinking about it myself and then I possibly became more intrigued by it and started to question my Mum more.

I don’t have a Dad. No, really. I don’t have a Dad who disappeared, separated from my Mum or went through a tragedy. This is something I found myself explaining growing up, particularly around the age 8-10 when kids become more conscious of things around them and notice differences. I never minded explaining my story as I found it quite amusing – the surprise on the kids’ faces – and would sometimes even raise the topic myself.

But one thing I found hard to understand was the pity and sadness that often came from other kids who would say things like “But don’t you want a Dad?”. And truth be told, I really didn’t mind because I’d always been happy with my Mum and it’s all I knew, so I never felt like anything was missing. I think their questions forced me to start thinking about it myself and then I possibly became more intrigued by it and started to question my Mum more.

I don’t have a Dad. No, really. I don’t have a Dad who disappeared, separated from my Mum or went through a tragedy. This is something I found myself explaining growing up, particularly around the age 8-10 when kids become more conscious of things around them and notice differences. I never minded explaining my story as I found it quite amusing – the surprise on the kids’ faces – and would sometimes even raise the topic myself.

But one thing I found hard to understand was the pity and sadness that often came from other kids who would say things like “But don’t you want a Dad?”. And truth be told, I really didn’t mind because I’d always been happy with my Mum and it’s all I knew, so I never felt like anything was missing. I think their questions forced me to start thinking about it myself and then I possibly became more intrigued by it and started to question my Mum more.

I don’t have a Dad. No, really. I don’t have a Dad who disappeared, separated from my Mum or went through a tragedy. This is something I found myself explaining growing up, particularly around the age 8-10 when kids become more conscious of things around them and notice differences. I never minded explaining my story as I found it quite amusing – the surprise on the kids’ faces – and would sometimes even raise the topic myself.

But one thing I found hard to understand was the pity and sadness that often came from other kids who would say things like “But don’t you want a Dad?”. And truth be told, I really didn’t mind because I’d always been happy with my Mum and it’s all I knew, so I never felt like anything was missing. I think their questions forced me to start thinking about it myself and then I possibly became more intrigued by it and started to question my Mum more.