Father.

I've never written about my dad and hardly talk to people about him.
The fondest memories I have of my dad was when I was just a little girl.
I remember my desperation to get my simple plural and singular verbs correct. But being slow on the uptake, I stretched my mum's patience thin. My dad stepped in and taught me the coolest method to remember when to use singular and plural verbs correctly. Till this day, I remember clearly what he told me. For example, a given sentence like this- He walk/walks home from school everyday. He (one person), cannot eat the 's', so 'walks'. They ( a lot of people), can eat the 's', so it is walk. That was how I learnt, and it made a lot of sense back then. I aced my grammar after that!

It's actually one of the two precious impressions of him as a dad. That's it.
Things spiraled downwards as the years went by.
I wonder sometimes if things could have been different if I had been a better daughter.
I shouldn't lie that having a fatherly figure around would probably have made a difference.
Though you were long gone.