The next letter in my “series of letters” comes from Duncan over on madhatters.
While what he writes in this letter is true, I am sure it is told with a hint of Duncans wicked humour.
Letter to my Dad
I’ve heard the story so many times at family parties over the years – how when I was born, my mum’s sisters went to the hospital to see the new addition to the family
how they told her she had the wrong baby – they had come to see a little white boy, not a little asian girl
how when they were persuaded there was no mistake, the skin tone would likely fade in time (it did), and it was most definitely a boy she was holding aloft (albeit one with thick dark hair cascading over his shoulders), then doubts about my paternity naturally arose and some thought my mum had not been quite the good little catholic girl she ought to have been
you laughed with everyone else as the tale was retold again and again but did you ever, yourself, wonder at the time whether I was your child ?
and did you share these doubts with my mum?
if so, it must have been an ‘interesting’ conversation !
but surely any doubt you may have had as to whether or not I was your child dissipated as I grew older and the physical resemblance between us became obvious to all
though I can’t help remembering those halloweens when mum put a basin of water on the kitchen floor with an apple or two bobbing in it and me and sis took turns to kneel, hands behind our backs, and tried to pull an apple out of the basin, using only our teeth
oh how we squealed and laughed when you pushed our faces into the water
it was surely just my imagination that it felt like you held my head under the water longer than you did her’s
or was it ?
I am still taking letters so anyone who wishes to contribute a letter of any sort please contact me.