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Dew04:
Hi dear, welcome! You've started updating the thread....

Yesss...how is the last chapter like..?

Truths

Part 9

::We all came from the gutter, but most of us are looking at the stars..

Sombrely, there were truths that I should probably find out about my father. So how I got to the village where I was told that he once resided was something I couldn't explain all too well.

Opening a creaking almost half eaten ant infested door, I pry inside with my shaky  hand resting on the rusted handle. The smell of wood and dust waft through my nostrils and I scrunch my face, as if trying to fight the smell. I walk into the small room regardless, careful not to trample upon any important information that might have been carelessly dropped on the floor.

I walk towards a table placed at the centre of the room which has piles of books staked on each other and different sizes of papers occupying a almost part of the table.

I search through the books, through the papers, looking, wanting to find anything that could lead me to how my father felt before he died. I kept my heart in a closet, got the key out and threw it into the thames.

All I found were poems; or might I say, letters written in form of a poem. Short, brief, concise and having deeper meaning than meets the eye. I read through, careful not to let the outpour of unneeded emotions. I read in between the lines, finding out that most of the write ups where somehow directed to one person.

I can hardly place emphasis on the writings or give a definite explanation but what I can say is: It was that of hurt, so much pain and perhaps a little of regret and pride. He, my father, wrote in strange languages that I can hardly decipher the meanings. I kept skipping the unneeded outburst of emotions written on paper and finally, I found something useful. Something that I've wanted to know all my life, something that I've searched the heavens for but found nothing.

I held onto the half eaten booklet or might I say, journal. I guess termites and ants had had great feast during the years that the room had remained locked, abandoned.

I skipped through the introductory paragraphs, desperate to find what I was looking for. Bingo! Alas! Here it was, on my palms, silently waiting for me to feed my curious eyes on them.

Exasperatedly, I cringe my eyes a little, trying to let my orbs adjust to the faint florescent light hanging below the ceiling.

The writings were somehow all over the place, as if the writer was hurrying to make out meanings from his words. A lot of dotted lines indicating an uncompleted paragraph and so on.

Father talked about mother in his journal. Stated out her qualities and how he feared her excellent beauty and spirits. How he envied the character which she was and perhaps still is. He talked about their days of honeymoon, how he thought it wouldn't end, how it ended eventually. He talked about not wanting to leave mother all alone to fend for herself and his little daughter. He stated how cowardice his reactions were to mother's profound pride and negligence.

He wanted his family back, wanted to right his wrongs, wanted to amend his shaky path but somehow failed in doing so. He became depressed, dismal and sometimes unaware of the tick-tock of the clock or how fast time went by.

He eventually talked about another woman, someone he was probably having an affair with. The woman's description was not well stated, but with the little I read, I could feel that father somehow tried to love again...

I read through all these, finding out more things that I wanted to know. I kept trying my best not to let the river of tears stream down my face. I kept my head high, with my hopes low.

What caught my eye most was when father mentioned of another child that he might have had with the aforementioned woman who was not my mother.....

Dew04:
We're waiting.

I'm baccckkkk

izuuxy:
https://b-ok.africa/s/Lucinda%20riley/?e=1&language=english

Is it the whole chapters? Or...?

Hathor5:
I asked you for your vision of a perfect world, remember?

My vision of a perfect world is a world without sickness first and foremost. I can tell you more but I am not sure it's that interesting.

Hathor5

izuuxy:
I know where you can find it and many more books from the author

Where, please?

Hey everyone...

Good afternoon and hope you are having a wonderful, stress-free day?

I've not updated in so long due to the issues my phone is having.. I really wish someone could help me complete the money I have to buy a new one..

But nevertheless, I'm going to be updating once my phone is good enough...

So till laterz....