You were a beautiful baby, as you can see from the photos. I loved you so much, and you were always a Daddy's boy. When you woke up crying at night, your mother and the nanny picked you up, but you carried on crying. Then I picked you up, and sometimes danced with you to some music (by a guitar group called the Gypsy Kings) and you stopped crying.

Your mother and I had problems in our marriage from the very start, and it was clear to me that we could never be happy together. But I loved you so much, I tried to make our marriage work. However your mother and I argued a lot, and in the end I told her that we should separate.

Your mother went to live in her family house in Banciao City, and I stayed in our apartment in Tienmu. We had an agreement for you to live with me for half of the time, and for your mother half of the time.

However soon after, your mother broke the agreement and stopped me seeing you. She said I could only see you again if I agreed to get back together with her.

I did not see you for six weeks, and I missed you terribly. I missed seeing you crawl for the first time.  Finally I agreed to get back together with your mother and go to stay in a different country- Italy.