On A Sunny Sunday
It was a sunny Sunday, a perfect day. So he dressed them in their Sunday best and they went to the park to play on the swings and roundabouts. My father. My half brother and sister on a sunny Sunday. They were surprised to meet her as they walked home. They were surprised to see that she was carrying a suitcase. They were surprised when she said goodbye. They didn’t believe it so they went home to their new council house to wait. She never came back. It had not been a happy home. She could be violent. But it was their home. She never came back. So they moved to his parents where they were only grudgingly accepted. It was not a happy move but it was the best he could do. Sometimes on a sunny Sunday she would leave the hospital, escape in search of her family. But they never found each other again.
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