GforGraham
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Mummy always told me to wait for the right girl to come along, there is plenty of time so no rush. I loved her and she had never been wrong about anything, so I waited. Mum was always pleased to have me living home with her.
Daddy was never here, always working somewhere else. He must have had a good job as we never seemed to do without anything, neither of us even had to work. We just pottered around the house, went shopping and other fun stuff like that, always together.
I waited just like mummy said for the right girl to come, I always thought she would knock on the front door and announce to mummy and I that she was here to marry me.
When I turned thirty I saw a news bulletin once about some tribe found that ran around the forest somewhere without any clothes on. Well once at the library I had a chance to get some alone time while mummy looked for a book. I went to the magazine section and found National Geographic mags and gosh, I finally found out what women hid under all those clothes. I wondered if white women are the same.
At forty I accidentally discovered art and photography books in the library in one of my rare alone minutes. Before mummy found me I quickly looked through some books and, yes women of all makes and models were roughly the same.
At fifty mummy passed on, she was nearly ninety. I still had never met daddy, but the money still kept arriving so I still did not need to work. Although mummy had never explained exactly what work really entailed. I just knew that daddy did it away from home and sent us money he got for doing it.
So why have I said all this? What should I do now. I am lonely without mummy, and how much longer must I wait for miss right to knock on our front door?
Please help me.
Daddy was never here, always working somewhere else. He must have had a good job as we never seemed to do without anything, neither of us even had to work. We just pottered around the house, went shopping and other fun stuff like that, always together.
I waited just like mummy said for the right girl to come, I always thought she would knock on the front door and announce to mummy and I that she was here to marry me.
When I turned thirty I saw a news bulletin once about some tribe found that ran around the forest somewhere without any clothes on. Well once at the library I had a chance to get some alone time while mummy looked for a book. I went to the magazine section and found National Geographic mags and gosh, I finally found out what women hid under all those clothes. I wondered if white women are the same.
At forty I accidentally discovered art and photography books in the library in one of my rare alone minutes. Before mummy found me I quickly looked through some books and, yes women of all makes and models were roughly the same.
At fifty mummy passed on, she was nearly ninety. I still had never met daddy, but the money still kept arriving so I still did not need to work. Although mummy had never explained exactly what work really entailed. I just knew that daddy did it away from home and sent us money he got for doing it.
So why have I said all this? What should I do now. I am lonely without mummy, and how much longer must I wait for miss right to knock on our front door?
Please help me.