to come with us to Cyprus for Easter.”
“We’re going on vacation?” shouts Anna,
bolting upright excitedly, slamming
both hands on the kitchen table. Daisy
catches Anna’s pencil as it rolls off the edge.
I sit back in my chair and
close my notebook. “Who’s paying
for our tickets, Mummy?”
“Trevor gave some money for Anna
and Uncle B for you.”
The Men Who Are Not My Dad
My sister’s dad
is not my dad.
Uncle B
is not my dad.
Our Father, in Heaven
is not my dad.
My PE teacher
is not my dad.
My RE teacher