The Storyteller
Part eight
Who was that man
staring at me from afar?
I've seen him once before.
Maybe twice I think.
He seen so kind and friendly.
My heart begins to sink.
It was all too familar,
his face, his hair, even smell.
I knew it all to well.
He sits next to me.
Suddenly,
my heart beings to flutter.
He lifts up a hand.
I flinch,
but instead he just pushed
back my blond hair.
"Anna, please come home now.
you're mother and I miss you there."
I move into the corner farther.
How could I have not seen it?!
This man was my very father.
staring at me from afar?
I've seen him once before.
Maybe twice I think.
He seen so kind and friendly.
My heart begins to sink.
It was all too familar,
his face, his hair, even smell.
I knew it all to well.
He sits next to me.
Suddenly,
my heart beings to flutter.
He lifts up a hand.
I flinch,
but instead he just pushed
back my blond hair.
"Anna, please come home now.
you're mother and I miss you there."
I move into the corner farther.
How could I have not seen it?!
This man was my very father.
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Because the voices have been in her head for so long Anna has forgoyen everything from her past life which is why she has problems remembering people.