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Eyes Of A Child

She was half-Venezuelan and had been the most beautiful woman I'd ever met, with long black harir that reached way down her back.

Her life had been harder than mine and, sometimes viewing the world through her eyes made me appreciate my world all the more.

We live in a bungalow and my room is on the drive side.

We'd sat on my single bed watching a film on my laptop cuddling, three or four days before Christmas.

Abruptly I pressed pause, having heard the ringing of bells, then the sound of distant music.

My girlfriend had looked to me curiously. Then I'd stood and helped her stand, as I dragged her through the front room and passed my parents, as I'd checked my pockets for change.

As we had stood in the front hall, I'd opened the door, as the sound of christmad music grew, to accompanny the sound od bells, as she and I had watched Santa Claus pass our home on his sleigh.

My girlfriend had watched with wide eyes, the eyes of a child.

And, a helper for the local charities 'Santa' came to the door dressed as an elf, with a bucket, for pennies.

Needless to say I'd given well, as it had been worth it, just for the look on my girlfiends face.

Kilroy Was Here

Little Grannie had died, which meant that Uncle Ken had little reason to visit England, other than seeing my Mum. He helped my folks with the fare to New Zealand and off my Mum and Dad went, on a journey that would leave me on my own, for twelve weeks.
“Are you sure you'll be alright?” I'd been asked, more than once before they had left.
“Of course,” I'd answered confidently.
Well, it had been the next day my Father's presence was felt.
I had picked up the phones receiver in the kitchen and found a small piece of card stuck to it, with double-sided tape.
On the card was a hand-drawn image in red of two googly-eyes within a half egg-shaped head, looking over a wall, with three fingers either side.,
Beneath the image of Kilroy, made famous during the second world war, my father had written, 'Don't stay on the phone too long'.
I had found another stuck to the phone in the backroom, with a similar message; and on the fridge and freezer, reminding me not to have the door open to long.
I'd laughed at that long and hard, thinking of my Father being my Father, over thousands of miles.

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CuRsEdToDaRkNeSs
21:57 Mar 01 2023

Those are sweet memories and also comical things that he did. :)

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