When we left, he seemed to be all right again, and I guess that gave us some time to explore each other about it, you know?. My dad did ask me to take pictures. He was very concerned, too…. So my dad really did enjoy the photos. He was happy to see if I could get something on my own. He was so excited about that. My dad was so proud, so happy. The next day, he made my mother take some pictures of me with a couple of others. He said that she would like to have them with him again, so I followed along with her. We stayed over a lot during her visits to London, so it was difficult for her not to notice that you were there too. My dad told me how many times he had been there. Then I had a conversation with my mother, who asked if she was looking for some pictures with me. She says that she couldn't see that it was me.