The unknown father

Hours on a bus to get here.

My father looked happy to see me. We hugged, smiled, then sat to eat and talk.

Then he went to work on the house. I sat there. Nothing much to do. I went out to help but was told to stay away.

So I did.

I am invisible to him.

Then I find out we are sleeping in the shed. It is cold, breezy.

I don’t want to see my father, I want to know him.

Not to watch, not to be told to stay back.

Looks like he will remain the stranger.

Written by Rodney Goodall

Owner of NibbleReads.

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