I sat by the window - the same place I've been for the last 9 months. Like always, my mum, therapist and nurse are crowding around me, trying to get me to move, away from the window. It has been nearly a year since my dad left. I can remember the day like it was yesterday.
He had come back from the pub in a state, the strong smell of ale wafted everywhere. My mum started screaming things at my dad, and he hit her. And suddenly the door slammed shut; he hasn't come back since.
But I know he'll come back one day, I just know it! And whatever my therapist tries to convince me, I know that he isn't gone for good.
We had such a bond, when he wasn't drinking that is! We did everything together: we went swimming, visited cafes, went to the fairground together, and its all my mum's fault that he's gone... If she didn't shout back, he'd still be here now, and we'd be baking gingerbread together, or going go-karting, or kayaking. Together...
He has to come back though. And I know that one day his big black Volvo will coming roaring into the drive, and I'll run into his arms and have a long hug. Then we'll go rock-climbing and we'll catch up!
But until then, I'm just a Window Girl, sitting on the window sill, waiting and waiting. And waiting...
I've written this, and haven't read it back, so it meant not make the slightest sense! I hoped you liked it, and let me know whether you'd like to see more of my writing! Also, please give me any praise/constructive criticism!
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