More Answers

72 3 0
                                    

I heard his voice again, one winters day.

"Hello son."

"Hello father."

"I am always here for you son."

"Thank you father."

"No problem. I love you."

"I have a question."

"Father, where did I come from?"

"Why, son, you came from me."

"But you are a man."

"No." He said. "I am both."

"Like me?" I asked.

"Yes." He said. "I gave birth to you ten years ago."

"But I am forty seven years old."

"Age does not matter son."

"That's ok father."

Then I felt his voice leave my head again.

GiraffesWhere stories live. Discover now