Inner thoughts – Man abroad

I can’t wait it’s only a few more hours before I land. Can’t wait, can’t wait. I finally get to see dad for the first time. I hope he recognises me. These people need to hurry up, I need my bags. My dad is waiting. I have got to go. Ah the fresh French air with a hint of dog excrement, just how my mother described it. Where did I have to go? Ah, this is the bus. Why can’t these people speak English? Oh, my head is paining me. I think I’m lost but these people don’t understand me and I don’t understand them. Where’s my dad when I need, nowhere to be found. just like the rest of the times in my life. Oh, I wish my mother was here. Oh, I want to go back home. Forget my dad.

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