Chapter 4— SUSAN PHILIP

My blonde hair always stood out in the touch of the sun, it shone! Slightly brownish, then creamy but really blonde and long. I loved brushing my long hair up just high enough to roll out a doughnut shape.

My skin was a mixture of brown and white, it was smooth and beautifully tan-like. Eyes were sea blue, frame of my face, long and almost thin but well carved. I was neither fat nor thin just fit, I had small feet that could either run up the hills or through the fields. My lips were slightly pink and small but thick. Nose, pointed out just below my eyes, my jaw climbed down from my fore head, down through a clear bend and slightly pointed downwards.

My Father would always say,

"You are your Mother, and little bit of me with your eyes and feet!".

My Father, like me, had small two, nice feet. His eyes were blue too, but my Mother's-- brown. They were both blonde but rather had a brighter skin colour than mine was. My Mother would tell me,

"Your Aunt had the same brownish skin colour as you do".

I was neither tall nor short just well built, with a smooth curved, simple figure. Had a good head too.

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MY FATHER

My Father was almost bald because of old age, he had a lovely smile from the left to right sides of his face.

He had a short neck with a slightly pushed out forehead. His nose-- like mine. He was an excellent man, he was truly handsome in his youth and in his old age, though he's 50 years old.

He usually wore his black suit with a red tie he loved so much, it was given to him by his brother-- Uncle Chris, before his death.

Few times we were invited to general parties, sometimes in people's homes or just outdoors, Father would wear his suit whenever he was to join Mr Frank for dinner or a party. Some nights, he would come home drunk, of course I'd clean up the mess after.

He held on to so much pain-- losing his wonderful Angela, Uncle Chris, working as a poor dirty Miner with little salary. I just knew it that he was never happy. But he loved me.

My Father Philip had always been a tall someone, with clear masculine voice, funny, and never kept his beard. He had two favourite days in a year, my birthday April 20 and January 17 my Mother's. A dress from my Father to me each birthday, was a blessing to my heart. He struggled for us, for me.

He loved coming home to the meals I cooked. We were a family!