I had an imaginary friend named “Red” when I was 5 years old.
We would play in my room whenever my mum and father would fight, which means we played a lot!
My father would drink a lot, he didn’t really take care of me or my brother. My mum tried to take care of us, but she was always at work, or busy working.
One day my father packed his bags while my mum was at work. He started walking to the front door and said to me and my brother:
“I am leaving, tell your mother when she gets home”
I knew I couldn’t stop him but to slow him down I said:
“Wait! You need to say good by to Red first!”
He slowly looked to me and replied:
“Grow the fuck up!” and left.
That was the last thing my father ever said to me.
That was the last day I ever saw Red.