Mr W’s POV-
I stared at the family photo album that once belonged to my father. I love flicking through the photos of my parents. There weren’t many of us three together because my mum died when I was very young, and having cameras was a rare thing back in my childhood. It was usually that you had to pay for a photographer to come and take your photo, as the equipment used to be very expensive, and my father was a man who loved to live frugally, despite being rich. Something I always hated the man for. The only downside to this photo album is, I always start happy, then everything begins to turn sour, and I begin to feel anger and hatred. Not long after my mother died, my father remarried to a woman with an older son, named Phillip. He was ten years older than me. Phillip was incredibly
