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Saturday, 5 January 2008

We meet in the silence of the night. Sometimes he strokes my hair. My cheek. Even my back. For how much longer will we meet this way…I don’t know. I will miss these private rendezvous but for now, no matter how much trouble they cause for me, I cherish them.

And then tonight, it happened. He called me by the wrong name.

“Da-Da”

4 Comments leave one →
  1. davidamwilensky permalink
    Sunday, 6 January 2008 7:36 am

    My mother will never let me live down to fact that my first term for her was “Other Daddy.” I would scream for Daddy over and over and when he arrived get even more upset and scream for Other Daddy.

  2. Frume Sarah permalink
    Sunday, 6 January 2008 9:25 am

    OMG that is too funny!!!

  3. Crys permalink
    Sunday, 6 January 2008 1:45 pm

    I would use that as an excuse for Da-Da to have to get up with him at night. I hate getting up during the night. I find it so hard to get out of bed. But once I am up I could stay up with him for hours.

  4. Frume Sarah permalink
    Sunday, 6 January 2008 1:47 pm

    Um yeah — have you met your brother?? Not likely 🙂

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