The Postcard
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
AustralianTranscript
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not me or your mom. Sure she was tone deaf. Must have skipped a generation. I reckon you didn't bring me here to talk about my voice. She snapped. Sorry, but I don't understand you. Course you don't. I don't understand myself. But I need to tell you a storey and I'm hoping you'll be able to finish it. He took a gulp of oxygen long ago. I came on a ship from England with Ma your Grand Boyd. It was after the war. I don't remember why we came or where we went. The truth is, I don't know who I am. Male, You will not find a birth certificate for me. Granny Boyd was not my mother. You need to know all this in case Blue tailed off and Mel could see tears in his eyes. She reached out her hand to take his. It doesn't matter now, Dad. It's all in the past. You're wrong. I've lived with these blanks all my life. I once saw a shrink in rehab who wanted me to have some hypnotherapy. But I wouldn't go there. Now we shall head. It might have made me face this head on instead of just drowning. My sorrows have been a closed book to you with my Benji's and my moods. I never deserved the love your mom gave me. Blue stared at his daughter as if seeing her for the first time a since such a waste of potential in me love her work so hard to blot out bits of my childhood. My folks were kindness itself, but they never shared my past, and I never asked till it was too late. When I was two grand about things, she clammed up tight. He smiled, shaking his head. Your mom opened my heart to such loving possibilities. But I let you both down. I'm ashamed of how I neglected. You have messed up on you and your mom big time. I thought if I was successful, it would prove I was a proper provider. But it went too far. I wanted you to be proud of me. But now, once proud of a drunk, stop this. It doesn't matter now. Mel felt the tea is rising. If only I knew his blanks in my memory. But there's one thing I do remember when I was a kid. One day you'll have kids of your own. And they also have a proper history to blame for all their failings. I've left some stuff for you with Harry Webster, my lawyer. Promise me you'll go and see him when I'm gone. What you trying to say? Mel leaned forward, the better to catch his words. When you go to England, you might find the places people who might recognise my stuff. I meant to do this for myself. But house always too busy and now run out of time. I just know Grand was not my real mom. There was a lady who once came from England. When I was little, he paused, staring towards the wall. Would you find out who she was then? Why she never came back? She might still be alive. Please, Mel, before it's too late, will you do it for me? Panic Rose in Melun. The thought of what he was asking off her. Why didn't you tell me all this before? We could have search together. I just never gave it much thought until I got cook. And then with the chemo, it went out of my mind. Lou sank back as if all the breath was leaving his body. See Harry, he'll help you and forgive me for letting you down. Those were the last of his words. She heard through her tears. The nurse slipped back into the room. It was almost dawn. You take a break, Miss Boyd. It won't be long now. I'll stay, she whispered. I'm not leaving him alone. One afternoon two weeks later, Mel, wearing her black audition suit, found herself walking along the busy King William Street, climbing up the steps to the offices of Harry Webster Associates for an appointment with the senior partner. Having delayed the meeting until she felt strong enough to face this stranger now, she felt nervous so