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.