6th of August 2007
“Lil is that you”
Dad asked opening the door.
“Yes” I whispered
“What are you doing up”
“I can’t sleep the thunders scary”
“It’s ok come in but then you must go to sleep”
The door creaked open I hadn’t been in the attic before. Dad hated me or my brothers going in. My step mum only ever went in to develop photos in water trays.
The room was cluttered with books, comics, toys still in boxes, we wasn’t allowed to take them out the packaging , speakers, baby dolls and mannequins and a record player. Some rope hanging with images pegged on.
Sat near the computer desk with the ceiling window open was dad “shhh…” he said “can you hear that?….it’s beautiful”