Ricky Wilson Scenarios

The Daughter

I woke up, and immediately I knew what day it was. It was the day I would meet my father for the first time.

I had grown up in this children's home, and up until last week, I had known nothing about my real family. I had no reason to want to know - they'd dumped me. All my time here, I was always told that I shouldn't say I was 'dumped', and that everything was done for a right reason. The word dumped stuck to me, though.

Finding out you were meeting your father for the first time gives you so many emotions at once. I was happy, because if today went well, I could go and live in a really happy family in the future, all perfect. But I was annoyed, because this same person didn't even want to have a daughter. How would they love me now?

I grabbed some clothes and walked to the bathroom, and thankfully for once there was no one I'm there. I went for a shower, letting the hot water pour over me for a good five minutes longer than I actually needed. I brushed my teeth then I got dressed. I wasn't going to dress smart like everyone else does for this sort of thing, why should I? This wasn't a fashion show, this was meeting someone who never cared about me.

I went back to my room and sat on my bed until I heard the door open downstairs. We hardly ever get any visitors, so I knew it would be him.

I felt sick. I suddenly didn't want to go. I didn't want to see him, but I knew I had to now. I'd made the decision to meet him.

I walked downstairs, trying to look calm and as if I didn't care. I didn't want another kid to see me and think that I was worried about this. Worrying was a sign of weakness, and weakness wasn't a thing to show here.

He was in the office, I could hear him talking to Kate - my care worker. I forced myself to knock on the door, then out my hands in my pockets to hide that they were shaking. Kate opened the door and smiled softly at me. She walked out of the office and closed the door behind her.

'You okay?' She asked me in a whisper.

'Of course.' I lied, but she could tell that I wasn't.

'I'm just going to be out here if you need me, okay?'

I nodded and Kate moved away from the door. I pushed it open and walked in.

'Hey,' the man said, standing up. He smiled st me softly, and I could see that his eyes were watering. 'How about we talk?'

Well, I wasn't here to sit and stare, was I?

I sat down opposite him. He was sat, leaning forwards, his hands clasped together on his lap, and he was looking at me almost as if he was studying me. I couldn't make eye contact with him.

'So, Eve, right?' He asked.

I nodded. He hadn't even known my name before this. My parents hadn't given me my name. My first ever foster parents gave it to me.

'It's because I was born on Christmas Eve.' I said to him. Yep, it's that much of a bad name.

He nodded. 'Of course.' He carried on looking at me the way he had been before.

'Why did you leave me?' I asked. It was the question that had been on my mind the whole time.

He leant back in his chair, and for the first time since I went in, he looked away from me and out of the window by his side. The window looked out onto the massive garden. The garden where I had spent endless summers. 'It wasn't my choice.' He said. Now he's the one who couldn't make any eye contact. 'I didn't even know about you until you were born. Your... Your mother was a one night stand.