Mimmi, 59
Submitted Feb 25, 2007
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Mimmi has met her father |
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Mimmi's father is dead |
I grew up with both father and mother until I was about seven years. Then my father went to work in another town 300 km away. However we still saw him now and then. He used to give me lots of special gifts and made me feel real special. I was his only child. He had lots of interesting hobbies: records, books, travelling to foreign countries, stamps etc. He bought a lot of things for himself even when we didnĀ't have the money and on holidays he travelled a lot.
Then I was 9 my mother and I went to stay with him. That was in spring. Everything was going to be wonderful we thought. And it was in the beginning. Before Christmas however he went to the Canarie islands with his job. When he came home he was different and in the following spring he moved out. He didnĀ't say where he was going. And he never asked for me any more.
My mother was ashamed of being left like that and made me promise her that I should newer tell any of my friends that my father had left us. That was the worst part of it because I kept that promise far too long. My mother didnĀ't know anyone in this new town and she didnĀ't want to tell her parents what had happened. She went on hoping that he would come back. So I lost contact not only with my father but also with my grandparents - and exspecially with my grandmother (on my fathers side) who tried to contact me but was not allowed to do that by my mother! I think my mother wanted to punish my father for what he had done but instead she punished my grandmother and me!
Years after we found out that my father lived in another town not so far away. He still worked in the town where we lived! I awoided to pass outside where he worked since I was afraid to meet him. If I saw a glimps of him I almost started to shake. I got his adress but he didnĀ't write to me or called me and he never went to see me. I didnĀ't dare to call him. I felt I couldnĀ't trust him any longer. I thought he had forgotten me.
Many years after he had left us he started to send some postcards from far away. Usually it was cards from the other side of the world, from Mexico, Australia, Fiji islands, India etc. They all had the same text: Hello my girl, ItĀ's so nice here. Tomorrow I will continue to Sydney, London, Tokyo etc. Dad.
When I was 22 I med him incidently in a restaurant and I talked to him in fact I invited him to my appartment. He came but he was so very nervous. He smoked all the time and talked all the time about his journeys. He never gave me a chance to ask him anything!
After that we had no contact for 8 years. I married and we got a child. I took a new contact. Now he was old, alone and sick and wanted me to come and take care of him! I refused, I said I would take care of my mother whotook care of me but I could never take care of him.
A few years later he died. I thought I was his only child. I met some friends of his who didnĀ't know about me. They said that I might have a brother -in the Fiji islands,but they didnĀ't know his name.My father was there ten times!
The curious thing is that I resemble a lot to my father. I have the same interests and therefor I think that he has given me a lot althoug I didnĀ't inherited a sou after him. He was totaly broke when he died and his house and all that was in it was sold to cover his debts.
Sometimes I think of writing a book about being first loved and then forgotten by once own parent as a child.
Then I was 9 my mother and I went to stay with him. That was in spring. Everything was going to be wonderful we thought. And it was in the beginning. Before Christmas however he went to the Canarie islands with his job. When he came home he was different and in the following spring he moved out. He didnĀ't say where he was going. And he never asked for me any more.
My mother was ashamed of being left like that and made me promise her that I should newer tell any of my friends that my father had left us. That was the worst part of it because I kept that promise far too long. My mother didnĀ't know anyone in this new town and she didnĀ't want to tell her parents what had happened. She went on hoping that he would come back. So I lost contact not only with my father but also with my grandparents - and exspecially with my grandmother (on my fathers side) who tried to contact me but was not allowed to do that by my mother! I think my mother wanted to punish my father for what he had done but instead she punished my grandmother and me!
Years after we found out that my father lived in another town not so far away. He still worked in the town where we lived! I awoided to pass outside where he worked since I was afraid to meet him. If I saw a glimps of him I almost started to shake. I got his adress but he didnĀ't write to me or called me and he never went to see me. I didnĀ't dare to call him. I felt I couldnĀ't trust him any longer. I thought he had forgotten me.
Many years after he had left us he started to send some postcards from far away. Usually it was cards from the other side of the world, from Mexico, Australia, Fiji islands, India etc. They all had the same text: Hello my girl, ItĀ's so nice here. Tomorrow I will continue to Sydney, London, Tokyo etc. Dad.
When I was 22 I med him incidently in a restaurant and I talked to him in fact I invited him to my appartment. He came but he was so very nervous. He smoked all the time and talked all the time about his journeys. He never gave me a chance to ask him anything!
After that we had no contact for 8 years. I married and we got a child. I took a new contact. Now he was old, alone and sick and wanted me to come and take care of him! I refused, I said I would take care of my mother whotook care of me but I could never take care of him.
A few years later he died. I thought I was his only child. I met some friends of his who didnĀ't know about me. They said that I might have a brother -in the Fiji islands,but they didnĀ't know his name.My father was there ten times!
The curious thing is that I resemble a lot to my father. I have the same interests and therefor I think that he has given me a lot althoug I didnĀ't inherited a sou after him. He was totaly broke when he died and his house and all that was in it was sold to cover his debts.
Sometimes I think of writing a book about being first loved and then forgotten by once own parent as a child.
