I remember my sister, Ena, going missing one night.She hadn't arrived home from school and Dad had everyone out searching.We were up at the fields when someone arrived to tell us she had come home. She had gone to a friends house after school and not told anyone . I looked at Dad as he buried his face in his hands and cried. After a while he turned to me and said,"Never be ashamed to see a grown man cry". From that day to this I never have. I just think of that day and what it meant to me to see my Dad cry over one of us.