Week 3, starry writing camp, chapter 1
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I kept on running all over the place, splashing the snow as I walk behind.
This is the best winter that I ever had in years and you want to know why?.
because my father is around this time.
for the past few years, he has been in one trip or the other and I had to spend my Christmas all alone with the workers of the house, sometimes, if there family are not celebrating as well.
early this morning, the two of us along with other two helps went into the bush and cut down a tree for our Christmas tree.
the two of us decorated everything ourselves.
I have to agree that it's not the best Christmas tree ever but it's our own hard work and dedication, that's all that matters, right.
later in the day, we decided to build a snowman and when we couldn't get one done, we decided to throw snow balls at each other instead.
we have been playing for the past few hours and I was the one who is ahead as my father hasn't thrown much of snow balls.
it even takes him a while to even make one while my tiny little teenage hand makes them fast.
finally, I fall to the ground on the snow gathered all over.
"get up my dear one, it's cold" my father calls out.
he moves closer to me and just as he leaned down to help me up, I throw another snow balls at his face.
he falls on the ground as well and he both started laughing.
"that is cheating" he calls out.
"no, it's not" I insisted.
"ok, if you say so" he says.
"ok, come on now, it's getting dark already, I think we should head back in" he adds.
he picks me up and we march back into the house.
my mouth has been curved into a smile this whole time.
I really did enjoy the time that I spent with my father today, really.
the maids helped bathe me in a warm water and I was changed into a purple evening gown.
I put on my shoes and head down stairs to have my dinner.
father was already there and he too has changed into some more clothes as well.
o greeted him and he kissed me on the forehead.
"how is my darling doing?" he asks.
"good, Dad" I answer.
we both continue eating our food in silence.
I noticed that my father kept on checking the time as we were eating.
what, is he planning to leave on another business trip again?.
I sure hope not.
I would be devastated if he did so.
after we have finished taking our meal, he called me out to the living room.
"darling, I need to speak with you about something" he says.
I nodded but my mind was still on my desert.
"uhmm, I'm going to bring you a new mummy" he says.
I stop on my track and look up at him.
I didn't know what to say but then.
"they would be arriving I think"
then there is a knock on the door.
who could this be at this hour of time.
"there are here, let's welcome them together, shall we?" he grabs my hand.
who is behind this door and why is my father so eager to meet them?. I wonder.
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