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🔴 I'm not ashamed of being a bad dad My name's Kamran, I'm 36. Born and raised in Coventry. My dad came over from Pakistan in the early 80s — got a job at the factory, met my mum, she's local, from Birmingham. So I'm half Pakistani, half English. But honestly I think of myself as English — grew up here, went to a normal school, barely speak any Urdu apart from a few phrases my nan taught me. I live in Coventry with my wife Sophie and two kids — Lily and Jake. I've been doing deliveries for Evri for almost 9 years now. September it'll be exactly 9. Back when they were still called Hermes, I was already lugging parcels around. I trained as a sparky at Coventry College, got my NVQ Level 3, did everything right. Sent out probably a hundred CVs in the first year after I qualified. Five interviews. Got to the final stage twice — both times they went with someone who had experience. And where am I supposed to get experience if no one takes you on without it? Then me and Sophie got married, and almost straight away she fell pregnant with Lily. That was it — no more time to chase the "dream job." Had to provide for the family right now. That's when my old mate Danny had just started doing Hermes and put in a word for me. Me and Sophie thought — perfect for now: decent enough conditions (back then anyway), flexible hours, and a mate there so it's not so miserable. "For now" — that's what I told myself 9 years ago. Danny left after two years by the way, moved to Birmingham and got a proper job. I stayed. Didn't have a choice. Every day the same thing: up at half four, quick coffee, and by half five I'm at the depot picking up the first load. Cold warehouse, smell of wet cardboard, mountain of parcels in the cages, sorting them by route. Then — endless addresses, blocks of flats where no one buzzes you in, terraced houses with no numbers on, traffic on the M6, rain, slush and frozen fingers. By the evening my body's wrecked like I've been carrying bricks all day. Fingers
