Charmaine the Enchanter
Reflections on your father
The man I did not know, he is called "father" by those who tell me about him but he never seemed like a father to me, I hardly knew him. My father was like a man that you read about in a book or a tale you hear from someone coming from a distant land. I guess I am indifferent about him and unsure of the role he plays in my life. There is a lot of speculation over how he died and what he left for me but I do not dwell on it. I am actually only thinking about him now because the Dream Whisperer has paid me a visit and said I needed to write about him.