PHILIP POV
That day is etched in my brain as it were the day that changed things in my little world. I remembered Alan's mom coming into my father's room and how different she looked from her maid attire into an outfit that accentuated her curves provocatively.
Of course, at that time, I was too young to understand what it meant that she was there or how important an action that would eventually turn out to be. My priorities were elsewhere-on cartoons and cornflakes, the stuff of childhood.
Ghastly silence enveloped me as the screen went black right in the middle of my favourite show. I wanted someone to make it work, to bring back to life the screen flashing colours that held my attention.
I went innocently to my father's room and requested a helping hand. The door creaked open to un
