The food was lovely. She showed me my room in the house. It was pink, very pink, pink walls, pink ceilings, pink duvet cover, pink wardrobe, pink carpet, pink book case, pink television set, pink bean bag, pink lampshade, pink curtains. “Your Friend, she likes…” “Pink!” She replied and we laughed together. Oh she was such a sweet thing,
and so intelligent. She told me everything about her degree, and how she had to work part time in the university just to pay her way. She was charming, and my mind totally wandered from the reason why I came to Cardiff in the first place. But what was I thinking? I had travelled to Wales for a specific purpose, and I removed my hands from inside my knickers and turned off the pink lamp on the pink bedside table next to me. I would tell her in the morning that I had to go and get on with my search and that would be that.
So that’s what I did in the morning. I was very efficient, and her reaction, well, was more of surprise rather than anything else and I knew that I had done the right thing. The whole situation was ridiculous.
I knew that Leanne wasn’t in work for the rest of the week as she was studying. So I returned to the reception to enquire on any progress. The boy behind the counter asked me to take a seat, which I did. Only ten minutes had passed when the overweight lady wearing the same caftan as yesterday waddled over to me and told me that they had no records of my father and that they had also tried the Central Libraries records to no avail. She told me that I was free to use the internet in their library for as long as I wanted, and also that the Salvation Army often help in missing person cases. Well I was grateful that they gave me internet access, as I had decided to stay in
Cardiff for the rest of the week, but I told portly that it wasn’t a missing person’s case and maybe she didn’t quite understand who I was looking for and showed her the picture. Well she became quite flustered and mumbled, “Yes, yes, sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just meant that the Salvation Army help people with similar cases to you.” And I shoved the photograph in her hand and shouted, “This is my father, and I
will find him, whether you help me or not.” “Yes, yes, sorry madam, I, I, didn’t say that you wouldn’t”
The students in the room stared at this kafuffle, and it only egged me on even more so, and I thrived off the attention. “Look! Look closely, look at him! That is my father whom I have never seen in my
life and now I must find him, find out about him. Look, look at him; look at the resemblance. Look!”
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