We went home and life soon got into a routine: my mum and I always on our own, my dad was always at work or with his friends. I sometimes wondered if he knew he had a family at all

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Anthony Streames Autobiography

It was the 9th September 1989 when a young woman was brought into hospital having contractions. She was 24 years old scared and alone not knowing what to expect. Her husband was at work as usual but she was in the best place. Twenty four hours passed, followed by Twenty four more. She began to think nothing was ever going to happen. Then, as the clock passed midnight, the pains grew stronger and stronger. She was moved quickly to the delivery suite. She lay on the delivery table, her mum at her side, the midwife and doctor were close by. Her husband however was asleep in the waiting room! At 5.28 in the morning she gave her final push and into the world giving his first cry came this little baby boy weighing seven pounds eight ounces. He was named Anthony James Reginald Lacchetta. Oh by the way that’s me.

We went home and life soon got into a routine: my mum and I always on our own, my dad was always at work or with his friends. I sometimes wondered if he knew he had a family at all. When he was at home there were only arguments, so when I was fourteen months old, my mum and I decided to start a new life on our own. We moved into a flat and life continued with just the two of us. We were very happy together and we were each others strength. Who needed anybody else?

I reached three years old and playschool was calling for my company. Mum and I arrived on my first day. I walked happily into school and, for some reason, mum went home crying but two and a half hours later they opened the door and there she was with a smile on her face waiting to take me home. It became our pattern for five days a week.

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When I was four and a half mum was acting very strange she was extremely happy. She said we were going to the zoo. A car came to collect us, there was a tall man sitting in the front. Mum had actually got a boyfriend his name was Peter. He was a wonderful man who accepted me, I hoped Peter would be in our lives for a long time.

Life was good. We were three happy people. Peter decided it was a good time for us to live together. At last I was part of a family again. ...

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