Quirkyworks - a writer's blog
Random thoughts from a freelance writer - copywriter, screenwriter, children's author
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.
That's me in the red shorts - me and my daddy, my sister Jane, mother and brother David.
It seems a very long time ago. Perhaps because it was.
My dad was a doctor and a writer. At least I inherited some of his dreams and perhaps live a little of his life's ambitions through what I do now.
I wish he was here today, always, to read my work.The good bits, anyway.
Happy Father's Day!
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