Since 10 years back my father has been single. He lives in a cluttered cottage by the sea where I grew up. During childhood, we had hardly any father and son relationship, there were many conflicts and harsh words. Seven years ago I was hit by a mental collapse. He was then there for me every second. He is the reason I'm alive. We have a close relationship with a strong confidence to each other. For him, his messy seafront accommodation is a recreation spot. his sleep becomes deeper when the waves hit the shore.