She grew up, with no memories of her father, and, the word father, became, meaningless to her life. With no memories of her father, because he’d, left, a long, long, L-O-N-G time ago, and, her mother barred her, from knowing ANYTHING about him, to prevent her from getting hurt, or so she thought…
But what her mother didn’t realize, was that banning her from knowing anything about her father, was more hurtful than helpful in her life. She grew up, with NO memories of her father.
not my photograph…
Then, one day out of the blue, a young man showed up at her front steps, introduced himself as her older brother! As the tale of life unfolded, he’d told her, that her father had, fallen, seriously ill, and wished to see her, for the very first, AND last time if she could!
She started, feeling that strong sense of animosity: WHO is this man? What right has he, to BARGE into my life, and be a father who was NEVER there, huh? Not even, he’s lying somewhere, about to DIE, and had, sent HIS other child, to come and “get” me?
With no memories of her father, she’d grown up, always feeling something missing in her life, a part of her heart was, torn up, as she thought more and more, about how much, this NONEXISTENT MAN to her, had, affected her so much so, more than she had, ever imagined………
not my photograph still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 