I’m liking this Saturday Centus stuff! Shame I’ll miss the next few weeks :( I’ve tried to link in with my previous efforts and am actually enjoying finding out who ‘I’ am – does that make sense? I mean I obviously know myself but I’m still getting to know the ‘I’ in my story for it is not the real me! There are back links here, if you want to see what happened previously – I’m feeling a bit like a time traveller now!
Anyway – onwards, cut the waffle, this week’s prompt is in italics – don’t forget to pop over to read the others.
It was Fathers Day, 1984, when I heard that voice in the hallway, my mother pulled me closer to her. I was four years old and the apple of her eye. It had always been the two of us and that was the way we liked it. We’d bake, sew, read and draw, spending all our time together when we could. On the night’s she worked, I went to a neighbour who cared for me as one of her own.
The voice moved closer, her grip tightened around me. “Honey” she said, “ Meet your Daddy” I looked up into his bright blue eyes and smiled at him for the very first time.