Confused

by joetwo

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry young lady?”

I took my father by the hand, trying to pull him back from the door, it was three AM and neither of us had slept properly for a week.

“It’s me! Jenny. Your daughter!”

He stared at me, a confused look on his face, as if he was struggling to grasp the concept.

“A daughter? I have a daughter? You must be mistaken.”

He came easily enough away from the door but all the time he was speaking to me.

“If I had a daughter I’m sure I’d remember it. What do you think; my mind is going?”

I looked away so he wouldn’t see the tears.

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