Dont even dare Dy

Fast

Walking through the mould infested door, my tired and dazed eyes catch a glimpse of my all time favourite person / fruit.
As soon as my overweight but beautifully classy feet carry me gracefully across the tiny walkable space in between the spread and cramped mess, my father spins me around from the shoulder, looks me dead in the eyes and waits, until I sweat from anxiety.
He then pro claimed " I'm sort of sorry kid, you know. For what I did to your back."

The apology I have been waiting for grew more and more satisfying each second, until at last a huge grin broke on my face. I know that he hurt me however I never have been one to hold grudges, especially against genuine apologies, and I can see that this is nice and true. And I'm so glad that he knows he was wrong, this means he is not as mentally deficient as I initially thought.

" Im glad you are sort of sorry... Dad", I didn't want to come off as needy as I was. And it worked.

My father from that point on had wormed his way into my heart and had taken the prize of my favourite parent, which is not yet a great accomplishment as my mother, dear caroll, had previously set the bar very low.

His apology is all it took, oh my! I never realised what a pushover I was until now. I knew I wasn't strong willed at all but at least a little bit more than I am. This doesn't say good things for my future.

"Dave?" I say insinuating my questioning.
"Yeah kid? What do you wanna know?" He has my number already. He is what the people of Britain call a " legend". Nowadays a ledgend is someone who is remotley 'cool'. However back when English folk were feared, a ledgend was someone who battled dragons and were sang about thier immense bravery. I personally find it hilarious when words are downplayed, however I am still going to continue as my generation require I do.

Oh millenials where did you go so wrong . My theory is when birthed.

While Dave looks at me impatiently waiting for my questions.
" How old is my dad? "
" About 26, believe it or not. The drugs have added years to him."

That Floridan accent just makes him sound like such a professional. I don't know what trade he has mastered but professional non the less.

" Well that's weird, because my mum is forty" The discust in my voice was overpowering.
Dave looked confused as he excliamed unsure ,
" nay dude your mom was younger than your Dad I remember her 21st birthday. Coz we got so fucked up."

It's a shame he did drugs, but I'm only 7 so what do I know? All In can see is that he's proud of it. So him being my only friend, I shall support him in his history. I suppose it doesn't have to be justified,he was a young fruit, I'm sure that other young fruits had fun and abused substances.

The painkillers that these doctors have prescribed for me, are extreme. Dude. My life just feels like a wave and many things.