The Taste Of Your Touch

2

I clench the wet umbrella in my right hand. My father is sitting beside me, on the bench outside of our house, tears dripping down his face.
"It's okay Dad, will figure this out somehow!"
I try to tell him with confidence, but I fail so it sounds more like I'm telling stupid lies than anything else.
"Don't Ana, don't try to act like everything is going to be fine. I never should have let this happen! I should have payed the rent and kept you safe. Were are we going to stay now?"

It's been exactly six years since my mother has died.
My father drowend in misery so he became a gambler to escape the pain of loss. He didn't spend his money wisely and now we are here, here with no money and my father who doesn't even have a proper job.

I don't answer straight away. But when I try to, he interupts me.
"I am so sorry."
I see the look of pain in his face as he starres straight thru me.
"Maby a change won't be bad either." I add and cuddle up to him.
"London will be a new start for both of us."