It’s the 6th of September 2004 at the moment , and I am writing a short story about something that happened about four years ago . I must have been 21 years old at that time and I was still living at my parents house at then .
Actually, I stayed longer than I expected in my parents house . I was almost 23 years old when I left them to live with my current partner Edwin in our own comfortable house . No mommy anymore to do my laundry , clean up my room . No more daddy who always was there for me when I was in trouble . But again , this story occurred when I was still living under my parents roof at age 21 .
Some of you might already know this but for those people who don’t , my father is a Judge . That’s what he does for a living . A few more years and he will be retiring . Being a judge means he also raised his children , me and my brother and my sister , with a hard hand . We have learned a lot from him , although when we were young , we didn’t think the same as we do now . And I must say that I was quite a rebel when I was younger . I have had my share of groundings and other punishments . This story is about one of those days that I felt like being a rebel and my naughty side took over from the angel inside me .
It happened a lot that people came to our home to talk to my dad about certain things related to his job . Most of these people were people who worked in the same sector as my dad . Other judges , lawyers , policemen , you never knew who might be sitting in my father’s office with him when I came home from school or work . I grew up with these people , and some were even like family to me . They all knew me and most of them had seen me grow up too . But it did happen sometimes that a new face showed up at our house , a face I hadn’t seen before . And this was one of those days .
I was sitting in my room , reading a book when I heard some voices in the living room . There were two different voices . One was obviously the voice of my father ... Les hele novellen
