Daddy's secret

My dad wasn't around much, since I was three, his visits to the house got

less and less until eventually they were non-existent .

By the time I was sixteen, I hadn't seen my dad in almost 13 years. My mother and I were alone, we had barely enough money for a weeks supply of food, what I didn't realise was my dad was only around the corner, I didn't remember what he looked like anymore, he was a cloudy memory in the very darkest corner of my mind.

His house was one of many I would stare at when passing for school, it's ebony window frames and cobbled drive way only added elegance to the already magnificent building. The bright white on its walls blinded me, so much so I couldn't even see that my father was behind those walls.

Then mother got ill, I was just starting college, eventually she was beyond the point of medical help. Then as quick as she got ill, she passed away. I was alone, I was helpless, I had just enough money to get through the month.

By the time I was seventeen I was working night shifts at the diner and during the day I was at college. My father was just a minutes walk away but he didn't know me, I didn't know him, he wouldn't help and I wouldn't let him.

One night I was working my usual hell ridden shift at the diner, the mustard mini skirt I had wrapped around my thighs and the simple shirt I had added to the complete collection only blended in with the drowned diner. Suddenly the room lit up as a young man looking not much older than me strolled in. Was he my first love?