I climbed the stairs slowly,carrying a big suitcase,my father following with two more. By the time I got to the third floor,I was 1 and at the same time feeling lonely. Worse still,Dad 2 a step and fell,sending my new suitcases 3 down the stairs. “Damn!”he screamed,his face turning red. I knew trouble was ahead. Whenever Dad's face turns red, 4 !