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Goodbye Alfred
Goodbye Alfred I had not seen Alfred for a while, had been busy selling off my donkey farm, with this down I drove into town but couldn`t find him and his flat had been rented out to others. Found him in rundown old peoples home, four old men to a room. What the hell are you doing here papa? Well, it’s about the money, he said but get me out of here. Alfred who had now accepted me as his son was wealthy his grandfather had been in oil, and he feared Olga- my mother- Would take the money, had placed most of it in Portugal. As he had given me the power of attorney I got him out and into a posh private home for the aged. Alfred look frail, his wavy hair was reduced to a few strands of White hair and his unafraid, one could say arrogant, ways had gone The home had phone number should he get worse. The call came in his room sat Olga she embraced me called me my son, my son. Sitting by Alfred’s bedside, I fell asleep only awoke when a nurse said Alfred had slipped away, strangely Olga had disappeared also, but in a way I was content, it had not been an imagination, they were real I had a family, although it must be said that Olga’s vanishing puzzled me and the nurse said there had been no visitors other than I. Alfred`s last wish was to have his ashes strewn over Portugal I hired a helicopter and had it done. It was a sorrowful time, yet I was glad that my dreams had come true.
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