Three Sides – Gabi – 3(3)


it was different with my Father.  When I was with him he watched my every minute as if I were a baby.  I didn’t like it but it was better than being non-existent.

From the moment I arrived until I left he hovered.  What did I want to eat?  What did I want to do? I only had privacy in the bathroom for he kept watching me as if he were a prison guard.

Well, a lovable teddy bear of a prison guard.

He was so easy to play.

In one way, I can whisper that I did like being the centre of his world, but on the other, I didn’t like the over attention, the feeling of being under supervision.

As it only happened twice a month and was the day to the night I was with my mother, I survived.


What do you think?

Written by jaylar

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