Mum knew you were on duty, and aimed to surprise you. I know how much you must have waited for those short moments, stolen from the tedium of the day, your little girl appearing, playful, so small…
And there you were, my very big daddy, pretending to arrest me. Such laughter! You could never catch me, onlookers wondering why the huge policeman should be running so hard after that little thing, all legs and smile!
Then time seemed to stop, the sky was clearer, I can still see you, Mum, laughing, secretly admiring the big guy in your life, my father.
But this was before he went away, away from that beach, toward other sands, deeper, and then we only had the short, sober, letters.
I am now bigger too, big enough to stand still by his grave. A hero, a big man. And me, on my own.
This is a great story you wrote to accompany a great photo. I just found this challenge and it called to me!
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