Believe it or not, I have found a love story, which was written on a typewriter by my dad in the Second World War, during the terrible bombings in London. He then mailed this story to his father in July of 1944. Maybe he didn’t think he would live to deliver it in person. Unfortunately he didn’t finish this story, only wrote ten pages, so watch out for my interpretation of how it will end. I also found a very short essay written about his time in Egypt. It looks like destiny intended me to write. Is it coincidence that these stories resurfaced on the 11th anniversary of my dad’s death?
I told you, things happen to me……….