Our home was a static caravan that sat quietly in a field with walls entangled with Ivy, on a small farm where my mother and father began to raise my sister and I. During this time my father struggled with a heroin addiction. However difficult it may have been at times for my mother and father, to my memory we had a charmed life growing up. As children, my father’s addiction was not discussed and after he left, years passed with little contact. Only now do I begin to understand the complexities of my parents relationship. I now meet with my father regularly to offer support as he undergoes a detox. When we meet up we talk about nothing in particular.
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By Thomas Duffield