I never lived with my Dad before, he was a drug addict and was never around. Twenty years passed and he decided to get close to me but it was a bit too late, I already had follow his footsteps and I was also a drug addict. In some way he came at the right time, he knew how to help me. He had been there. He put me in a reab center and after a 1 year of treatment I went to live with him. There, we realized we didn't see each other as father and daughter and for the last 3 years we've been living as a couple, and without drugs.