I walk home

I decide to pick up my school books tomorrow in the morning and start to walk home. It is a 40 minutes walk and I have to pass the local park. Today the sun is shining brightly and the weather is nice. I could have taken the bus but I am not familiar with their routes yet.

A cute little girl about 3 or 4 years old of age is in the park with her parents. She walks in the middle holding their hands and sometimes they swing her back and forth. They all look so happy playing and laughing.

I've never had a father and feel melancholy seeing this scene. All of a sudden I remember that my dad, my biological dad might still live in this city. When I was young my mum used to tell me that my father was dead. However as I grew older I realized that she did not speak of him in the past tense. I cornered her and she finally admitted that he was still living in this city the last time she saw him. My mum has always spoken negatively of him saying he was a bastard, a terrible guy who did **** her many months. She was just too afraid of him to go to the police. He only stopped to harass her to look for another victim after she got pregnant with me and visibly showing.

Despite all her talk there is a part of me that does not accept her narrative. My mum has always been bitter about men in general and might be embellishing her story. I wish I can see my dad one day and get his side of view...