Daddy's Back

Daddy’s back

When Laura opened the door, she couldn’t believe her eyes. “Daddy, what the hell are you doing here? You are dead, for God shake!”, she screamed.

The old man, dressed with an old Argentinean prison uniform, tried to talk although no words came out of his throat. Laura kept on asking questions, waving her arms, going crazy… Then, the blurry shape of his father started to fade away until it disappeared right where his favorite rocking chair was placed.

Laura shook her head and thought she had been having so much work lately: “I must start having more hours of sleep or I will go nuts…”

The next morning, she woke up really early —as usual— and went right straight to the kitchen to switch on the coffee maker when some strange feeling forced her to turn around. And there he was again, sat on the kitchen chair, looking at her with a really peaceful look on his face.

Now it was she who couldn’t say a word and the only thing that it was heard was:

“I’m here to tell you why I ended up in jail, and I won’t leave until you listen to me.”