Interpretive Creative Writing 2014 Honorable Mention

Phoenix Ferriman
Grade 6

“Rafe, I am Your Father”

You know that feeling where you are too excited and can’t seem to fall asleep right away? Guess where I am right now. That’s right, the kitchen. What would make me fall asleep quicker than a good old midnight snack. Hmmm… Dino Bites sounds good.

“What’s up? Can’t sleep?” Leo asked.

“Well I tell you what’s up, were going to meet dad!” I excitedly told him.

Leo had a lost look on his face, an almost blank stare. “What’s wrong?” I pressed.

“I tell you what’s wrong! You’re going to meet dad and tell him why he had left us!”

Leo gushed in anger.


All of a sudden Georgia came into the kitchen and interrupted us. Thank God.

“What’s all the ruckus?” she asked half asleep, rubbing her eyes.

“Rafe, Georgia is that you?” Mom called out. Great, now she’s up.

“Yeah Mom. Rafe’s talking to Leo again!” shouted Georgia back.

“ARGH! I was just going back to bed!” shouted Rafe. But not before I get what I came in to get in the first place, I snickered to myself. I went to the fridge to go get my leftover Dino Bites. At lease now I can eat in silence.

If you ask me what my dad looks like, I would tell you that he has a beard, long and wizardly-looking that he fits perfectly in a Hobbit movie. All he needed was a big stick and some little people. Seriously, I have no clue. Mom didn’t really keep pictures around the house, come to think of it, I don’t think she owns a camera.

As we were riding over to Swifty’s, my mom said something pretty deep, so deep that I was crying inside. The conversation went something like this:

“Rafe no matter what I will always be here for you and I will always love you.”

When we finally arrived, I was very nervous, because I didn’t know what to expect. As soon as we walked in, I scanned the diner. Who could possibly be my father. Chubby man with cheese-fry drool? Lord, I hope not. Lanky man with dreadlocks? Um, no. Normal guy with 2 little girls, another normal guy by himself. BINGO. I started walking in that direction, when a gentle shove from behind changed my path. Mom steered me to the booth with the normal guy with 2 little girls. This guy? This guy. With the 2 little girls. This guy is my dad? I noticed the girls more than my dad. I must’ve looked like a weirdo because as I was trying sitting down, I had a blank look. I couldn’t stop staring at this guy, who is supposed to my dad and his 2 girls. The first thing that popped out of my mouth and onto the booth was exactly what Leo accused me of doing. And here it came out.

“Are they the reason you left us? Your first family? Were we not that important to you, did you not love us anymore? Maybe Leo died because of a broken heart of not having dad!”

And then silence. Then he started to talk.

“I left because we needed money for Leo’s treatments. I took a job mining in the foothills. Leo died before I came back. I couldn’t bare to come back home to see your faces of despair and disappointment, and so I stayed where I was. Yes, I did indeed love you very much and you were very important to me, but I didn’t think you would love me anymore so I left.”

“Who are those 2 girls, are they your daughters?” said Rafe

“No they are not my daughters, they’re my nieces. I offered to watch them while she was doing errands.” He replied.