He Arrives
Out of sheer mental fatigue, I finally fell asleep.
Still in my desk chair, in an awkward position and I know I'll be left with a terribly stiff neck. Luckily my secretary always has a Panadol or Calpol painkiller in the cupboard, so no worries. I didn't go home, I can't wait for the journalist's report on my son. He has already arrived in Barbados, he has sent a text message about it. He has everything at his disposal, I have transferred him an amount for the expenses. I know he will have to pay some officials a small fee to get documents faster than usual.
It's noon now, a few more hours and I'll get the information about Lorrich Windrug, Fellogan in the not too distant future. My daughter Anele will be overjoyed, she already complained that being alone is no fun. My son must be four years old now, the age gap won't be a problem. Anele is a motherly type, I'm sure she spoils Lorrich until he doesn't know what reality is again.
And I am his father.
