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How am I supposed to live like that?.. Ollie scrunched up her nose — which looked just like Mum’s, a little potato, she thought — and answered: – No, Dad. I couldn’t manage without you either. Let’s do this instead. You call Mum and tell her that from now on, every Friday you’ll pick me up after school. – We can go for a walk together, or have coffee and ice cream in a café if you want. I’ll tell you all about how Mum and I have been doing. Then she thought for a moment more and added: – And if you want to see Mum, I’ll take a photo of her on my phone every week and show you. Would you like that? Dad didn’t look at his clever daughter, just smiled a bit and nodded: – Alright, love. Let’s live like that now, then. Ollie sighed with relief and dug into her ice cream. But she hadn’t finished her conversation yet — there was something important she still needed to say. So, as a streak of melted ice cream gave her a “moustache”, she licked it off and turned serious, almost grown-up. Almost like a woman who needed to take care of her man. Even if he was old now — last week was Dad’s birthday. Ollie had made him a card at school, colouring in a huge ‘28’ with special care. Her face went serious again, her eyebrows drawn together: – I think you should get married… And, magnanimously fibbing, added: – You’re… not very old yet… Dad appreciated his daughter’s “goodwill gesture” and chuckled: – “Not very”? You think so? Ollie said enthusiastically: – Not very, not very! Look at Uncle Steve, who’s come round to see Mum twice — he’s even a bit bald, right here… And Ollie pointed to the top of her head, smoothing her curls with her hand. Then she realised, as Dad tensed and looked sharply at her, that she’d let slip Mum’s secret. She clapped both hands to her mouth and her eyes went wide with horror and confusion. – Uncle Steve? What “Uncle Steve” keeps visiting you guys, then? Is he Mum’s boss?.. – Dad said, almost shouting, almost loud enough for the whole café. – I don’t know, Dad… – Ollie got flustered at her father’s reaction – Maybe he is her boss. He comes, brings me sweets. And cake for us all. – And, – Ollie pondered whether to share this private info with her “unreasonable” Dad, – brings Mum flowers. Dad clasped his hands on the table and stared down for a long time. Ollie understood that, right then, he was making an important decision. So the young woman waited, not rushing the man towards any conclusion. She already suspected all men are slow thinkers, and need a good push in the right direction. And who better to push than the woman — especially one of the dearest in his whole life? Dad sat in silence, until at last he gave in. He sighed loudly, lifted his head, and spoke… If Ollie was a bit older, she’d have realised he used the tragic tone of Othello asking Desdemona his fateful question. But she didn’t know about Othello, or Desdemona, or any of the great lovers of literature yet. She was just collecting life experience, watching people be happy and suffer, sometimes over the smallest things. And so, Dad said: – Let’s go, love. It’s late. I’ll walk you home and I’ll have a word with Mum. Ollie didn’t ask what Dad was planning to say to Mum, but she understood it was serious, and quickly finished her ice cream. Then she realised what Dad was about to do was far more important than even the tastiest ice cream and, with a flourish, tossed her spoon on the table, slid off her chair, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, sniffed, and, looking straight at Dad, said: – I’m ready. Let’s go… They didn’t just walk home, they practically ran. Well, Dad ran. But he held Ollie’s hand, and so she almost “flew” beside him like a little flag. When they burst into the building, the lift doors were closing, taking a neighbour upstairs. Dad looked a bit lost at Ollie, who peered up and said: – Well? What are we waiting for? It’s only seven floors… Dad scooped Ollie up and dashed up the stairs. When Mum finally answered the door to Dad’s frantic ring, he got straight to the point: – You can’t do this! Who’s Steve? I love you. And we have Ollie… Then, holding Ollie close, he hugged Mum as well. And Ollie hugged them both around the neck and closed her eyes. Because the grown-ups were kissing… That’s how it goes in life sometimes — two stubborn adults were brought back together by a small girl who loved them both, and they loved her, and each other, but nursed their pride and their grudges… Share your thoughts in the comments! Give us a like.

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