The dream

Last night I had a dream, I walked onto a train bound for Madrid center. I had perfect straight hair and a long white trenchcoat, with a set of heels and a handbag and composed myself to see my natural farther after 8 years.

Fourty five minutes late I skipped out of the first train station to the nearest phone box and explained in perfect spanish that i was running late but was on my way, the voice at the other end reasured me to stay where I was and he would come to get me.

In a loving embrace he kissed me on both cheeks and told me how I looked just like my mother had, he gazed into my eyes in astonishment that this was his daughter. Taking me across town to a restaurant with his typical home food and cider that is poured over the barmans head to a glass down the bottom of his back we shared the finest meats cheeses, red wine steak dessert and coffee while he spoke english and I spoke spanish, there was no confussion only a nervous but perfect atmosphere. His friend of 30 years who remembered my mother sat with us as we talked of food, the language, travel, work and the work i would be doing in india.

He called a cab for me but as it arrived he suggested his friend take it as he had important things to share with me. He told me of the past, he told me he was my father and was here now and always, that he would take care of everything. That I had had a farther who was an amazing man for what he did, but he was around no longer. I was his daughter and he loved me, anything i needed i was to call, he would send me a cellphone so he could speak to me. He said looked forward to see me again next week, and kissed me warmly on each cheek before putting me in my cab.

Only thing was this wasnt a dream.