Wednesday, May 6, 2020
I Am On Top Of The World - 1509 Words
I m on top of the world. At least, it feels like I am. On my giant of a dad s shoulders, I can see for what seems like miles down the high street in York. My little face is taken up by a smile: I am like other little girls, out for a day with both parents. Days in the park, birthdays and Christmases together...a life with both parents unfurls before me in dazzling golds and pinks. But this fades out within a month. Promises to stay in contact are forgotten. This is the start of a yo-yo relationship with my dad. Over the next two years, the memory of my dad moves further and further back in my brain and gets covered with a film of dust. There are much more important things on my little mind, such as school and friends. But one day, theâ⬠¦show more contentâ⬠¦Dad buys me a little teddy bear with a heart necklace. Itââ¬â¢s a beautiful silver thing that sits perfectly around my neck. ââ¬Å"Itââ¬â¢s a heart because I love you, kiddo,â⬠Dad tells me. I canââ¬â¢t help but grin, playing with it. Iââ¬â¢m immediately in love with it and itââ¬â¢s with a lot of persuasion that Mum finally gets me to take it off days after weââ¬â¢re home. Itââ¬â¢s not long before I lose it. As I grow, there are a couple more times Iââ¬â¢m meant to see dad, but donââ¬â¢t. Something gets in the way. He canââ¬â¢t get the time off work, or something else more important has come up, or heââ¬â¢s got to do something with his other kids that are considerably older than me and have never missed him the way I have ââ¬â Iââ¬â¢m not bitter, promise. I just grin and bear it. Another trip is arranged when Iââ¬â¢m eleven. I try and stop my hopes from getting up, but I canââ¬â¢t stop them completely. As the date edges nearer and nearer, I barely breathe, waiting on a text: ââ¬Å"Sorry, hon, canââ¬â¢t make it this time.â⬠But it never comes. The fateful day comes round and thereââ¬â¢s been no text. When I wake, Iââ¬â¢m almost beside myself with excitement. I strain my ears and I can hear him and my mum chatting downstairs. I feel as if Iââ¬â¢m made of buzzing exclamation marks. I throw on my dressing gown and hurtle downstairs. We have a fun morning full of lots of exotic breakfast foods before heading up to Edinburgh. The sun is shining, and I feel the same. The day is already great when we go to the music shop and Iââ¬â¢m allowed to play on the piano.
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