“Alright son...I’m off to work. Study hard at school and look after your mother until I get home, okay?” My dad said in a husky voice.
“Okay daddy, love you.” I said as I hugged him.
He replied softly. “Love you too, son.”
After dad kissed mum good-bye, he left for work. He worked in the mines with mums brother and my uncle, Anthony.
“Jackson...come and have your breakfast before it gets cold.” Mum called from the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen and mum handed me a bowl of porridge with milk in it. As I walked to the dining room table, I was concentrating on not dropping my bowl of porridge. I placed the bowl on the dining room table, sat down on the seat then started eating my breakfast and dreamt of what today would bring.
Mum packed my lunch as I brushed my teeth and put my shoes on. Once I was ready, mum took me to school then went to work. Mum was a seamstress for the Princess and apparently they’d been best friends before Elizabeth became the Princess. Mum told me the story about how Elizabeth and King Tony met but at the time it was just Prince Tony Dawson and Elizabeth Mathews.
On a sunny Tuesday afternoon Prince Tony visited the town, mum and Elizabeth were walking home from school, and they were both nineteen at the time. They were walking past a haberdashery when the Prince walked out and bumped into Elizabeth.
As he did so, Elizabeth dropped her school books, as she bent down to pick up her books Prince Tony did the same saying, “I’m sorry, m’ lady.”
Mum said “Elizabeth and Prince Tony just stood there staring at each other. I
knew that it was love at first sight.”
A month later they got married then nine months later Elizabeth had a baby daughter whose hair was as red as hers but a bit darker, amazing eyes and so beautiful. No-one has ever met or seen the Princess except mum until the King and Queen sent her to boarding school when she turned five.
“Jackson...what’re you thinking about?” My teacher asked as she studied me, I replied “The King and Princess, ma’am.”
Just then there was a huge explosion followed by an earthquake, the class quickly ducked under the tables and stayed there until everything stopped moving. The teacher rushed the class outside to the assembly point.
Next minute I saw the towns’ people running down the road towards the edge of town. I heard my teacher Mrs. Kelly talking to Miss Johnson, Mrs. Kelly asked “What was that explosion?”
Miss Johnson replied “It came from the mines...” both of them looked at me then I ran off towards the coalmine with everyone else.
“Jackson!” the teacher yelled but I took no notice and kept on running.
It felt like I had been running forever before I got there then I saw my mum. I ran up to her and said with tears streaming down my face. “Where’s daddy?”
She replied tearfully. “I don’t know yet.”
After she said that dad and Uncle Anthony were insight, covered in dust. As I went towards them the beams holding the structure collapsed on top of them.
“Daddy!” I screamed as mum held me back but once the dust cleared I ran up to the pile of rubble and saw dads face but his body was covered. “Daddy!” I cried.
“I’m okay, son...” he coughed. “Look after your mother and remember that I’ll always love you and your mother...” A tear escaped down the side of his face then his eyes closed.
I burst out crying and said “I love you too, daddy.”
Mum came to my side, held me tight then cried with me. That day I lost my best friend, my dad and any real dreams I had of coming true.
A week later, mum and I were having my dad and uncles’ funeral. Mum got me to wear a black tuxedo, a white dress shirt and a green tie. Mum wore a black long sleeve, knee high, V-neck dress with a pillbox hat.
When we arrived Princess Elizabeth and her daughter were there, Princess Elizabeth's daughter was beautiful but she looked so much younger than me even though she wasn't.
“Fiona...I’m so sorry.” Elizabeth said as she hugged my mum.
Mum replied “Thank you, Lizzie...where’s Tony?”
“He’s unable to come...he’s distraught but he offers his condolences.”
Mum gave the Princess' daughter a hug and said “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”
The girl smiled then replied “Thank you, Mrs. Mitchell.”
After the funeral the Princess and her daughter left. I didn't get to talk to Princess Elizabeth's daughter but I knew in my heart that one day I would marry her.