... The old man. The old man who would stare at me for days, leaning against the lamppost.
"Um... Who are you?" said Mum.
"I'm Arthur. Arthur Robinson. You must be Tori... Am I right?" asked the man.
I slowly nodded my head.
"Ben Robinson... He's your father, isn't he?" asked Arthur.
I nodded my head as my mum gasped.
"Wait... Are you Ben's father?" Asked mum.
"Yes. Yes I am." said Arthur.
I wondered if he was telling the truth, or just lying. He knew my name, yes, but he could have just asked our neighbours. He could just be a homeless man looking for a place to stay.
"... B-But what if you're lying?" I asked.
"Oh, Tori. Yes, yes I could be lying. But then how could I know that you were named after your grandma, Victoria?" asked Arthur.
"It's true...!" said Mum. "How did you find us?"
"Oh... I don't remember. Sorry." said Arthur.
"Tori, go run the bath for your grandad. Arthur, please do come in." said mum.
I ran upstairs, all the while thinking how I finally had a grandad. I finally had a grandad and no one or nothing would or could be the same again.
YOU ARE READING
Old Popsicle
AdventureI finally had a grandfather. And nothing or no one would or could ever be the same again. I am Tori. One day, Popsicle, my grandad, came to see me. I didn't even know who he was at first, but...
