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I used to think that my dad had a lot of friends. That’s because every day, his friends came to our house, they drank together (my dad was an alcoholic) and then went out with my dad until midnight.I really liked his friends, because they always brought me candies, toys, and all kids stuff. This was when we had a stable life and my dad had “money”.At that time, I was like, “Daddy’s friends are very nice, I hope they visit us more often”.Then, my dad’s businesses collapsed, he lost his money. Since that, I’d never seen his friends again. I wondered why they never visited us again and I finally asked my mom about this,Me: “Mom, where are daddy’s friends?”My mom: ”Friends?”Me: “Yeah, why they never visit us again?”My mom: “Oh, sorry honey, Your dad does not have friends.”Me: “What do you mean?”My mom: “Your dad doesn’t have friends, he only has ‘FAKE’ friends”.Of course, I didn’t know what fake friends meant at that time because I was still a kid.Years passed, I eventually realize that I👇