- Vol. 02
- Chapter 05
Image by Dominic Goodman
If I close my eyes I can imagine I am back there. Two years old I'm sitting on the white metal donkey, rocking back and forth. Mother, at my side, is laughing. Families are splashing in the pool having holiday fun. There's the smell of fried food and candy floss.
Then I see my father striding towards us. In his hand he clutches ice-cream cones. Mother's laughter dies away as father's figure eclipses the sun.