Ida Monologue

That night Ida presented us with a telegram. ‘My father is dying,’ she said. I have to god home.’ (p32) I did not need to be asked twice. I had been looking for a way to leave this horrid place for years now. Then I received a telegram with news of my father back in England. I made an immediate decision to go back to see him before he passes on. So as I packed my things to get ready to leave I thought will I make it in time to see him, or will I be to late as a cold gush of wind came through the bedroom window and hit me on the neck. It made me shiver. Just thinking about him, brought my joy than I had felt in a long time. That at any moment I could lose him was a terrifying thought. In March 1939, I was heading towards the car and in the

The plane was much smaller than the ones back in England. I still remember when my dad used to take us on holidays all the fun we had as a family enjoying each others company.

After saying all my good byes and boarding the plane I realised I might never see my family again. But thinking that it did not really hit me that hard, like I would miss them and all but never seeing them again didn't really seem to bother me. In the background I could still hear the lightning and the rain falling, then the plane started to move. And before you knew it we were in the sky and flying to

Then I got in the taxi and took it to the hospital. Made into the hospital and asked the lady at the front where my dad was she lead me through the hospital and looking around to get to my dad I just saw beds full of sick people and it just kept going for the whole way to my dads room.

I finally got to dad and gee did he look bad, he looked like he was struggling to stay alive and that he was just waiting for me to come to see him before he would go.

I was in shock to see my dad like that cause when “I saw him last he was a fit man” that used to play a lot of sport and be very active. But looking at him now he looks totally different. And it make me upset to look at him like that, and I just had to leave the room and bring it to realisation what is actually happening here and what could happen over the next few days…. Days later after I spent nearly a week with my dad. I got the news as I entered the hospital on Friday the 1 of April at 7:30 in the morning. The nurse came up to me as soon as I entered and told me that my dad had passed away over night and before he died he wanted me to know that he loved me and that he was very happy and thankful that I came all the way from Broome to be with him before he