I ask, ‘who’s your real dad? where is he?’	Josh says, ‘I don’t know’
‘how can you not know?’	‘he left us when I was a baby’
‘you mean you’ve never seen him?’	‘no’
‘so why did you say Alex Carter was your dad?’	he shrugs ‘same name’
‘that’s not a reason’	‘it’s how it started – I was just wishing’ his chin trembles ‘and then it got bigger and bigger’
I point at the wall of photos and articles ‘but it’s all rubbish’	‘I just wanted a dad’ tears roll down his face
that I don’t want to see.