Autobiography - personal writing.

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My real father died when I was a baby. Only photographs and faint memories help me recall who he was. I suppose I accepted Roy as my father, I suppose I was too young not to accept him but now as I look at his old waxy skin as he lies in his open coffin, I realise that I don’t miss him. I haven’t talked to my mother in years so Its been years since I needed him. He passed away two days ago from heart failure. My mother is a different story, she was stranded without him, Roy married my mother a year after my father died, Roy was my step-father.

The day after the funeral was Monday, I am informed by my financial advisor that my stocks have doubled over the weekend, ordinarily this is good news on a Monday morning but the thought of my mother on her own in that old dusty flat while I stand in my blush office,  annoys me.

“Any bad news today?” I ask with caution, “No, everything is as good as it can be” he replies with a bright smile. I thanked him for cheering me up and he left with a nod as if to imply “don’t mention it”. I leant over to turn on the T.V in my office, going to work on a Monday with nothing to work on, “Three dead in terrifying car crash” I don’t usually watch T.V in work because I should have something to do or to help with, I own a company called ‘Earth-links’ it’s a telecoms company. I left and went home at about half past ten to sleep rather than sit in my office, although it looked like the middle of the night, it was clouded up with rain.

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“We have interrupted this programming to show a special news bulletin” I woke up to see the screen disappear into a solid blue picture then the 6 o’clock news studio came on the screen and a small black haired woman appeared and said “People in the northern Ireland area are asked to stay indoors unless it is an emergency”, the drone which was the rain on the window pane drew my attention, I stood up and walked to the window to see distorted houses and street lights below me, it didn’t look good and the rain wasn’t ending any ...

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