Despite getting immense love from his grandmother he still felt the absence of his father. No one could be his father's substitute, no matter how much they tried to. He wished his father could be with him. He had never seen him or heard his voice. Grandmother had a photo album in her wardrobe filled with his father's photographs, from childhood to adulthood. He would spend his afternoons flipping through pages of that photo album, staring at the photographs of his father. There was no resemblance between him and his father. His father was a charming man and Jonathan took after his beautiful mother. Grandmother would tell him stories about his father and he would listen to them for hours. Not only their physical appearances were different, their personalities were different as well. Some things that he had learnt about his father from those stories were that he was very naughty when he was a child. He often sneaked into other people's backyards with his friends to pick fruits from trees. He was not fussy about eating whatsoever and ate everything that was served on the plate. He spent most of his daytime playing with his friends. He was in the local football team with his friends and had won every single match held annually at the town. He was a strong, cheerful boy, full of energy. Jonathan, on the other hand, was a very shy, emotional and sensitive boy who hardly talked or showed his true feelings to others. Sometimes he would go upstairs in his father's room. He would lay in his bed, close his eyes and see himself and his father happy and smiling, holding hands, walking on the street, heading to the park.