American Literature – Blog 8

For this blog I wanted to try the first creative question, of making a voice for someone I don’t know, for this I wanted to use a guy I saw while I was on the train coming home from the city, he was probably in his mid 40’s early 50’s, he looked quite worn down in his old suit and old leather brief case. When I overheard him he was talking on the phone to someone, he said “dear” and “What did your mum say?” so I’m assuming he was talking to his daughter in her late teens. He looked fed up of the conversation as if he’s had it multiple times before.

Saying all that, let’s begin, shall we?

Every time her mother says no she rings me.
“Dad can I go to so and so’s house tonight?”
“Dad can I borrow some money?”
“Dad can you give me a lift to my friends?”
Now don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter, and I would do anything for her, but after being at work all day, the last thing I want to do is drive 30 minutes each way to bloody Susan’s house. I keep telling her she needs to get her P’s.
“Do your hours with your mum after School.” I keep telling her, but her response is always the same.
“No, mum always nags me when I’m driving, she made me go 20kms under the limit last time!’
Why kids have to do so many bloody hours for the P’s I don’t know. She keeps telling me “dad everyone else fakes their hours why can’t I?”
“If everyone else also jumped off a cliff would you?” I often reply dryly.
I don’t want to be the bad guy, and neither does her mum, but I know im only asked if mum says no because in her words “Dad always lets me!”
One day she’ll learn that her mum just wants what is best for her, but until then, I guess I’m stuck driving to bloody Susans…



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