'Waiting for Daddy' (imagined narrative) written by Andrew Drury

This piece was written on 15 November 2002.

 

A girl of about five years of age peered expectantly through the bars of the gate. Her chubby hands gripped the bars with great expectation.

Her short golden hair shone as no known shampoo and conditioner could improve the texture. The gentle breeze calmly tussled it without moving a single strand out of place.

The almost cherubic face was bright with cheeks like bright red apples and still exhibited the chubbiness of childhood. Her skin was free from cuts, scratches and bruises and yet she had not been mollycoddled from the experiences of life. Her blue eyes glinted with undiluted happiness and there was nothing to mar her pupils with bright sunshine or tears of sorrow. Her eyes were wide open with anticipation. Her mouth was curved upwards with a delicate and beautiful smile.

 There were no possessions that would distract her from the enjoyment of the place and the pleasure of the new companions that she had made.

 The dress that she was wearing was clean as though her mother had replaced the previous one after a day of playing in the dirt. It was important that she was to look her best as her daddy was coming home. She had spent the recent past in tending the plants around their home and had now become intent in the one purpose of greeting the one who had been away from her for so long.

 She peered down the clean road that was devoid of any rubbish or graffiti, which shone without the glare that is typical of sunshine on tarmac after showers. It was a road that was not cluttered by crowds of people or inhabited by those in want. It was dissected by the gate, which the young girl was clinging onto to stop any undesirables from entering the estate.

 The house that she inhabited was close to the boundary so it was an easy task to look out for the father that she loved so dearly. The house was well maintained without any need for renovations and yet it was different from the previous houses that she had known. There was no drainage as there was no rainfall as the flora was watered by means that she did not understand. The river meandered through the estate seemed to supply all the liquid that was required. There was plenty of space in which to play and yet there was nothing either inside or outside the house on which she could harm herself. The temperature was always well regulated so that all the inhabitants would be neither too hot nor too cold.

 Out of the door came her mother, eager in the visual search for the one who was missing from the family at that time. The cares that had been laid on her in the past were erased from her memory as she was caught up in welcoming her husband to this new start in life. The lines on her face, carved by sorrow and tiredness, were eradicated as no oil or portion could achieve. The joy that she experienced in her youth had returned and there was even a hint of playfulness. Her lightness of spirit had been returned to her after she had arrived at their present location and the weights of daily life had been removed from her shoulders. There were no longer weekly chores to be undertaken but there were tasks that the community joined in to perform so that all of them would benefit, so that each person would fit in according to the abilities that they had like a giant jigsaw puzzle.

 Her health was better than it ever had been in the past, although she had never had anything that would inhibit her busy career or active social life, which included the almost obligatory twice weekly visit to the local gymnasium. Somehow her new location had put all that into perspective and she had new and better freedoms now. She could now enjoy new friends, no longer having pretensions that had come in between her and her old acquaintances.

 There was now a different perspective on people, places and events than she had ever experienced before, certainly before her daughter and herself had moved to this location. There was almost an air of reliving her childhood but in a way that would never end.

 She now had time to spend with her daughter as she never had before, wanting to spend time with her as a companion rather than being an irksome irritation that stopped her from competing the jobs that needed to be done. They were able to talk and laugh as they never did before, the only gap being that man in their life was not with them at present. They were both looking forward to the moment when he would be sighted.

 The woman came up to the girl at the gate and gently placed her feminine hands on the shoulders of her offspring. There they both looked out, hoping to see him from any moment.

 Occasionally there would be other men and women who would be admitted by the guards through the gates, which would only heighten the hopes that their loved one would be with them soon. The guards checked the credentials of each person that came to the gate and those they were expecting were welcomed onto the estate with politeness and enthusiasm. With each new arrival  would come the certainty that the moment that they were expecting, almost with bated breath, would draw closer.

 Suddenly there was a likeness that could be barely distinguished, a faint shadow, in the far distance. As the person came closer, their hearts bounded within them, as they knew without any measure of doubt that this was the one that they had been expecting. It was like waiting for a train to arrive at a station, observing it coming around a distant corner but all the while knowing that it would reach it allotted destination however impatient the passengers would be.

 The young girl gripped the bars in anticipation as the familiar outline began to emerge out of the haziness of the distance. There was a remembrance of how her father used to stroll – with an air of wellbeing and being at peace with himself and the world. That gait had been replaced in recent months with a walk that resembled the after effects of a slog with the amount of business that he had to attend to and a sense of being world-weary/ There seemed to be nothing to hold him down and those ubiquitous and seemingly ever-present briefcases were absent. These burdens were symbols of everything bad in her life – they robbed her of precious times with her daddy  and seemed to be the third party in her parent’s marriage. Events had caused them to disappear  and would certainly not be missing those objects that tried to come between the three of them.

 Her daddy looked up and saw his wife and daughter waiting for him, for they would have squeezed through the railings if they could in order to shorten the time before they were all reunited. It was now clear on his face that he was delighted to see all so familiar faces. The recent catastrophic events that had happened to him had left no scarring and no other physical deformity would ruin his body. The familiar half grin had returned to the man whose face had recently been obscured from his family by the jungle of paperwork.

 His walk became faster and faster as he approached his new home. This location was certainly much better than the hospital that he had just left. He could see already how well his wife and daughter had settled in, having moved into the new estate whilst he was on the hospital bed. His desire was to join them as soon as possible and he was steadfast in his resolve to reach the gates so his life could start all over again. He waved to them and they responded in kind, the family unit only separated by the bars of hard metal.

 Her daddy soon reached the checking are where the guards, who had never seen him before, made sure that he was expected and that all of the papers were in order and had the appropriate red seal.

 As soon as he was greeted and allowed in by the security team, he ran over to where the expectant couple were waiting. He took his wife into his arms and gently hugged her around the waist. There was the tenderest of kisses that passed between them. He was aware of an impatient tugging of his trouser leg as his daughter sought to attract his attention.

 He bent down and, with one arm, scooped the young girl so that she was at his eye level. There she noticed a glint of happiness in his eyes that had been absent for several years and she was pleased that her father had found again the pleasure in life that had departed from him.

 He tussled her hair and remarked how well they looked and that moving certainly seemed to have been the improvement they had sought and that had seemed to be always out of reach.

 “Daddy,” the girl asked quizzically and looking directly into his face. “I heard that you were involved in a terrible accident and that you had serious injuries so that the emergency services had to cut you out of the car, Is this true?”

 The man looked straight into his daughter’s face before replying.

 “It is certainly true. I was horribly injured so that the people in the hospital did not know for a long time whether or not I was going to die. We were all in that car, although you may not remember the experience, and we all suffered terribly so that the doctors and nurses had to attend to us.”

 He looked out to the estate that lay before them before continuing. “But look, we are now in such lovely surroundings. So this what heaven looks like!”


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