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07 Ağustos 2023, 14:09
Jenny woke rested and feeling good, for a few minutes she just lay in bed the music from last night still running through her head.
She reached out her hand to the cold empty space where Pat used to lie. Sadness filled her heart and she could feel the sharp sting of tears in her eyes. Lying in bed Jenny bawled her eyed out, the mournful cry of the albatross filling her soul.
Eventually she pulled herself out of bed and made for the shower.
Standing under the hot jets of water Jenny decided to do a little stock take on her life. At twenty six she was pretty much alone in life.
Pat had gone the same way as her only previous long-term boyfriend, hang around for two or three years and then get caught fucking someone else.
She had no family, her mother had died giving birth to Jenny so she had no recollection of the woman save from a few faded photographs.
Her father had been her whole world all of the years she had been growing up, his solid strength had been her support through all the problems a teenaged girl had to face. He had dealt with even the most personal things a girl would usually talk to her mother about in his calm strong way.
When Jenny was eighteen Stan, her father, was diagnosed with bowel cancer. For two years she watched the quiet strength of her father drain away until all that was left was a feeble shell of the man.
Through her father's illness Jenny worked hard on her degree. Her father had managed to attend her graduation ceremony, Jenny's heart had almost burst with pride at the look in her fathers eyes that day.
But what use had it been, she had a degree in Music
She reached out her hand to the cold empty space where Pat used to lie. Sadness filled her heart and she could feel the sharp sting of tears in her eyes. Lying in bed Jenny bawled her eyed out, the mournful cry of the albatross filling her soul.
Eventually she pulled herself out of bed and made for the shower.
Standing under the hot jets of water Jenny decided to do a little stock take on her life. At twenty six she was pretty much alone in life.
Pat had gone the same way as her only previous long-term boyfriend, hang around for two or three years and then get caught fucking someone else.
She had no family, her mother had died giving birth to Jenny so she had no recollection of the woman save from a few faded photographs.
Her father had been her whole world all of the years she had been growing up, his solid strength had been her support through all the problems a teenaged girl had to face. He had dealt with even the most personal things a girl would usually talk to her mother about in his calm strong way.
When Jenny was eighteen Stan, her father, was diagnosed with bowel cancer. For two years she watched the quiet strength of her father drain away until all that was left was a feeble shell of the man.
Through her father's illness Jenny worked hard on her degree. Her father had managed to attend her graduation ceremony, Jenny's heart had almost burst with pride at the look in her fathers eyes that day.
But what use had it been, she had a degree in Music