clifford child
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Última publicación sáb, ene 31, 2015
"Mum who is my father?" I asked
"He is definitely someone" she said sounding agitated
I sighed
"Can I please have real conversation about him with you?"
She turned to face me. I could see the anger in her eyes
"Why can't you just accept that he is not a part of your life!"
I flinched but I needed to know now
"Please"
She groaned
"He was funny and colourful. He was a god on the guitar and could sing as if his life depended on it. But he was young and made some mistakes as did i"
I smiled
"What was his name?"
"Clif- NO. No more shouldn't you be doing your homework you fucking disappointment!"
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