Published July 30, 2014 by katysoqewl


I placed it in my apron pocket and brushing aside a tear that fell due to the oblivion of someone being affectionate to me, I continued with my daily errands.

The familiar bell rang and “Tyrant” yelled for me to get back to the basement. Seated in the place I now call “home”, the vault door opened. The time was odd and I feared the worst. I hastily climbed up to find a women about 10 years my elder yet radiantly beautiful.

Seeing a “WOMEN” after 8 years, created a spark in my now grey eyes. The familiar “THUD WALKING” of my nightmare executer was heard behind me. I turned around out of fear and as my entire body began to shiver, my heart began to race. Our eyes were locked. His words were as if out of one of my dreams. “You free to go Leeya, I know I have oppressed and hurt you… but I’m sorry!!” he murmured as his eyes turned from a furious black to a more subtle brown. Handing me the keys to his car and a cheque book with written out cheques, he embraced me. My tears surged forth as my face laid on my “DADS” shoulder and his arms were wrapped around me. Turning to the “MYSTERY WOMEN” she said in a voice of a nightingale, “You can call me mummy!”

That very afternoon, my mum and I went shopping and as we drove, the sun peered over the grey clouds. My bedtime story that night was the storyline of how she had come into my dad’s life and altered it for the better. As I got my goodnight kisses, I praised the almighty, smiled a heartfelt smile and wondered about the infinite wisdom of how yesterdays dreams is today’s reality….


“Verily, After difficulty comes ease…”





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