Blog :rhymes and rubbish
Date: 4/16/2012 7:33:10 PM
She waited next to her car holding a bouquet of daffodils. Her eyes longed to see him. He was returning after 11 years of self-imposed exile.
She saw him appear outside T3. He looked frail in a wheelchair; his hair now all salt, no pepper.
She bent down, kissed his cheek and said, “Hello papa”.