"make sure that the right parent looked after us." This was drilled
into me for weeks in advance along with the miscellaneous "I love you
more than Dad does" and " you enjoy living with me more than Dad,
don't you?" What Mum didn't realise is that children can see straight
through people like her so her ongoing effort to unbalance my opinion
just floated straight past me like a cloud. My brother, on the other
hand, had a tendency to make it seem as if he trusted every word Mum
said. Whether he really did or whether it was all a very well
performed show of his is hard to tell. Nevertheless, his blond, curly
hair and big, brown eyes worked like a charm. He seemed so innocent
and naive as a child but I always knew that there was an underlying
cleverness which was shielded by his apparent carefree nature.
We hadn't seen Dad for six months due to reasons that I wasn't aware
of at the time. Mum always said, "It was for our own good." As a six
year old girl I believed her because my uncorrupted mind had nothing
to suggest that she was wrong. I didn't quite understand where we were
going that day apart from that we were going to be watched by someone
in a room to find out if Dad was an "unfit parent." That phrase
aggravated me more than a bull locked in a red room as Dad was the
most significant part of my young life. I couldn't bring myself to
think that there was someone who could possibly say he was incompetent
of looking after us.
During that morning at home, I kept th...
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... the window. This
was the first time since I arrived in the room that I'd actually
studied horrible lady's face. She had a surprisingly warm, reassuring
look on her face and had long, dark hair tied up in a bun. I then
turned to Mum and she seemed to be dark and threatening but then
quickly smiled when she saw me looking at her.
The time seemed to pass by quite quickly and I was no longer the
apprehensive ball of nerves that I was when I first entered the room.
I had a strange feeling that this was going to be the first out of
many times that I saw Dad. My unexplainable senses that were acutely
accurate and had been developed over my six years of life told me that
"horrible lady" was going to be the person to reunite me with the
feeling of complete blissfulness. The feeling that was only felt when
I was with Dad.
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