A few days later, Alfie sighed as he glanced into the mirror, looking over himself. At 17, he lived pretty much alone, with his father often away, being a long-distance truck driver.

Moving away, he picked up a card, opening it again.

[i]To my son,

Happy 17th, Alfie! Sorry I'm away, but I'll be back in two weeks. We'll celebrate then.

Love, Dad x[/i]

Wiping his eyes, Alfie threw the card on the floor, frustration bubbling within. All he wanted was to see his father, but he knew he never would...