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Forgive but never forget.

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Forgive but never forget There he was standing in the doorway of our house, a stranger to my mother and I, his shadow looming over me. His face, distraught and lonely, faced my mother who sat there crying on her chair as she had done for many nights for many years. In his right hand a black worn suitcase with a 'RAF' badge on it, in his other a briefcase. A black hat was trapped beneath his armpit. He was a well-dressed man with a pitch-black suit without one crease in it, a matching tie and a pearl white shirt underneath. A tear now ran down his face too. I looked from behind my bedroom door, I had opened it just enough to see him, but not enough for him to notice me. I had been expecting this day for quite some time. Ten years ago. I was six years old and living in an old house cottage hidden away in the countryside, I can remember each day as if it were yesterday; everyday seemed to be ...read more.


The second event that I remember happened one month after. My parents had been arguing for quite some days. Today was worst than ever. The war had put a lot of pressure on my parent's relationship. "Please don't go!" my mum said as she collapsed on the chair crying. He looked at her with a stern look. "I have to do this!" he replied. He was wearing the same suit that he did ten years later. In his right hand the same suitcase and in his left hand the briefcase and his hat on his head. My father than left disappeared into the night. One week ago. I had long forgotten my father. My mother explained to me that my father had left her for another women but I didn't care that much I was used to only having a mum, and my life seemed to carry on fine, the war had just finished and I was still alive. ...read more.


My mother sat me down on a chair and told me about my father, how he didn't go off with another girl but just went off to serve his country. This came as a bit of a shock to me "Is he dead?" "I don't know, but he hasn't sent me a letter in two years." "Haven't you tried to find out where he was stationed?" "No one would tell me. They said it would compromise his safety!" "The war is over now. You can find him, oh please try mum!" She looked at me and then smiled. The next day she went down to the nearest army station to find out where he was, they handed her an address for her to be able to send a letter to him, and that's what she did. She sent him a plead to come home." Present day. So there he was standing in the doorway of our house, a stranger to my mother and me. He was a long forgotten memory of what life used to be. ...read more.

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