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Topic: fathers (06/06/05)
TITLE: The pink motor home
By Penny Baldwin
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She was playing at her friend Alice’s house. Amber always enjoyed playing there.
She had lost her mum at a young age, so her dad had to cope on his own.
She loved the look of the pink motor home. How she wished she could have one for her birthday.
With dark black wheels, it looked big enough to carry a really heavy load. As she looked in through the windows, she could see the shiny kitchen floor. The kind of floor she’d always wanted, a chequered black and white one. It would be so easy to keep it clean as well!
Holding her breath, with all the excitement of looking, ooh! The kitchen taps match the floor! And there’s even a cutlery drawer!
Amber’s eyes moved to the bedroom, where a gorgeous four-poster bed was positioned in the centre of the room. The frilly pink and cream fabric was draped over the posts of the bed.
Her eyes moved over to the shiny dressing table. The silver hairbrush was placed carefully in the centre of the glass-covered table. Her eyes widened, as she gazed at the large oval mirror on the table, with smaller oval shaped mirrors at the sides. Wouldn’t it be lovely to sit at the table and brush my hair, she thought?
Then Amber caught a glimpse of the beautiful bedroom, “Gosh!” She said to Alice. “Isn’t it beautiful!”
All too soon it was time to go home, Amber thanked Alice’s mum for looking after her.
Later that evening as her dad tucked her in bed, Amber said her prayers. After giving her a goodnight kiss, he left the room. She fell asleep, dreaming of the pink Barbie motor home.
The next day, when Amber had finished her breakfast, she went to find her dad. He had been up half the night, decorating the sitting room with streamers and balloons.
“It looks lovely daddy” Said Amber, giving her dad a cuddle.
“Happy birthday sweetheart.” Said her dad, handing her a parcel.
She felt disappointed, even before it was unwrapped. I know it’s not what I wanted, she thought to herself. The shape of the parcel wasn’t the large rectangular shape she so much wanted. Instead, it was large, square and flat.
The last piece of paper fell off, after help from her dad, it was put together. There where two pieces of cardboard, that had to be slotted together in the middle.
She looked at the flat walls, with flat pictures on them. The flat chairs, flat bath and flat bed.
Amber held back the tears of disappointment.
Remembering how she had heard her dad praying for God’s help and provision, when he thought she was asleep.
Amber pushed down the gut wrenching sadness in her stomach, and said, “ Thank you daddy.”
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