6. I Can't Breath.
This was some sort of mistake.
I pinched myself.
I'm dreaming, I thought.
This can't happen.
I closed my eyes for an hour, or a minute, I didn't know, it felt like a lifetime. I finally opened my eyes. It was still there.
The letters M.I.A.
Those letters would haunt me for the rest of my life.
* * *
A Missing In Action form.
I couldn’t believe it.
I was in so much shock.
My dad had gone missing.
For all they knew he could be dead.
I tried not to think about that.
I was stunned.
Auntie Jean came into my room and asked me if I was alright.
I was probably pale in the face.
But I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about anything anymore.
All I wanted was my dad.
Or my mum.
My dad couldn’t be missing.
I checked the name label just in case they’d got it wrong.
No. ‘Dave Robertson.’ My dad’s name.
A big fat tear rolled down my cheek. Auntie Jean read the form. ‘No. No, No, No. Oh Winnie, I-’
I cut her off. ‘I am fed up with being felt sorry for. Go away. Please!’ I yelled.
Auntie Jean was alarmed and plodded out of the room. I didn’t feel guilty. I didn’t care about her or anything. I felt like my whole world had fallen apart. ‘Dad’ I whispered. ‘Come back, please dad please.'