Fishing, Swimming and That Day

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When my Pappi hires a Nanny, my world is turned upside-down. My adored father forgets the apple of his eye, my brother and his job. Just when things couldn't get worse, The Day comes along, and
Jack and mine's summer days are over. Forever.

Submitted: April 12, 2018

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Submitted: April 12, 2018



Summer. Everything was always better in the summertime. Pappi was home all day long, the breeze or rain or snow or hail did not perpetuate our home and most people tended to be nicer to us- at the very least, more tolerant of us. We had lots to fill our days with too: fishing, swimming. Jack and I would do that simultaneously, making a game of it; the one who swims should keep below the surface until the one who fishes got a catch. We only did manage to win the game once. It was a stupid game, really.


I look back on those day now with grief. The friendship between Jack and I was immeasurable; incomprehensible to others. I would, give all I have today, to be relive a single day of childhood- the pure essence of life.  Any day really, all except for The Day and the days that preceded.


I remember the first day Nanny Olesen came. We begged Pappi not to let her come and tried to convince him she wasn’t needed, but it was all in vein. She came on the 5:30 train from Sheffield, a journey of six stops with a fifteen minute break after the third stop.  Pappi made Jack and I wash, put on our best clothes and pick her up at the station. First impressions left me horrified, she looked an orch- wrinkly skin yet only 45 years old, long bumpy fingers and a carried a grey haired head on a large hunchback. Jack carried one pole of the “Nanny Olesen,Welcome!” banner, and me the other. After she approached, eyes fixated on us and never once liberting a blink, she spoke. Her words were horse and husky and she spoke with a lisp so strong that Jake’s face was almost dripping with spit. Now fully convinced she was an outlandic creature of sorts I ran home, letting my dear brother to the devil. I ran the two miles distance in a matter of minutes and collapsed straight into Pappi’s arms. With my Pappi I was invincible. No one else mattered, nothing else mattered.


I tried to warm up to our Nanny, but I luckily didn’t manage to. Jack liked her, or so it seemed- he seemed to like to many things yet valued so few.  Pappi adored her, adopting her strange visual fixation but only when looking at her- and I beheld by favourite person forgetting me, a little bit everyday. She was a cousin’s cousin. Pappi could have not afforded her without the family discount, not that she was worth a single penny of even a lowered rate. But alas, she lived with us for two years before, before The Day.


Getting a discounted Nanny only made matters worse at school. Being unfortunate was one thing, but being unfortunate and then getting privileges from the State was another. The taxes should be spent elsewhere, or so they said. Sitting here, in a wheelchair and watching most of my life savings float away to taxes, will admit that I don’t think them as friendly my Pappi did.




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