Another strange thing happened when my dad visited for the first time in almost a year. My younger brother, who was about three years old at the time, had completely forgotten who our father was. He stood silently in the corner staring at my dad like a stranger. We all noticed the strange look he gave my dad, and mom asked “Fredrick won’t you come to say hello? Don’ t you know who this is?” and my brother replied “Uncle?” “Is he Uncle?”. As a child, I found this very funny. I laughed at my brother for not remembering who his father was. It was only as I grew older and my mom and I spoke more about it that I realised how serious of an event this was. Our dad had completely disappeared from our lives for about a year in pursuit of his dreams and my brother no longer knew who he was.
Hours would become days, days became weeks, weeks became months, and it would take almost a year until I saw my father again. Apparently, he had decided to end the relationship with my mom and was now planning to get remarried to an American woman and relocate to the U.S. I never knew all this until his visit. My mom never explained anything to me, she would usually just break down and cry and I would do my best to console her. Perhaps I was at that age where I could barely understand something as complex as divorce or separation, and was as a result, kept in the dark not knowing what to say when hit with the usual “how’s your mom and dad doing”?