Dad? I'm Jess
©
Rebecca Crossan 2003
Darren walked out into the living room, past the dining table and to the front
door; he picked up the mail lying on the mat and opened the envelopes.
More 35th Birthday cards. He chuckled to himself, this is what always
happened, his birthday had been five days ago, but cards still kept turning up.
"I suppose this is what happens when your relatives are on the other side of
the world." He thought.
He read the cards and then walked through the archway into the kitchen area
and put some coffee on.
He heard a knocking at the door so he went to answer it. When he opened the
door, he saw a teenage girl; she was quite pretty, with long, dark hair.
She looked up at him, her eyes were a beautiful, aquamarine colour.
"Dad?" She said, "I'm Jess."
Darren looked at her strangely.
"I'm very sorry, but I think you've got the wrong house." He replied.
She stared at him for a moment and then handed him the scrap of paper she was
holding. He took it from her and read it.
It said:
Darren Hayes,
29 Seashell Drive
Sausalito, San Francisco
US 89432
He looked a little confused.
"I think you'd better come inside." He said.
