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My Dad

I got home tired. I flung myself on my bed and had a ten minutes headstart. I kept thinking about all what happened today and that stupid boy, Xavier. Ugh!

I had a shower and put on my loose pyjamas then went to the kitchen to see what was home.

I baked my favorite cake, red velvet cupcakes. I was about devouring on it when my mum entered.

"Hi,mum",I said

"Hi, honey. How was school today?",my mum asked

"Fine"

"What did you learn at school today?".

"Nothing"

"Oh,I'm going to change",she said as she headed for her bedroom.

I chuckled. This was the way my mum and I discussed ever since I was in kindergarten. If asked me what I learnt in school,I'll tell her nothing. If only she took her time, she'll realize that I've learnt nothing nine years.

My dad left us since I was a baby. I used to believe he was going to come back but when I turned 10, reality dawned on me that he wasn't coming back. My mum was acting both as my father and mother. I loved and cherished her.

Sometimes,I think about what it would be to have a father just like Mackie. That means fun because there'll always be surprises every blessed day. But I guess my dad was happy where he was that's why he didn't even show his face. I only have his picture but I'm now tired of looking at it because for all I care,he might have been dead a long time ago without us knowing. My dad was from Spain while my mum was from California but my mother told me we lived together in Manchester and relocated to California after he left us.

"Eleanor",my mum called snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Coming, mother",I shouted as I ran up the flight of stairs.