The
Green Book Part Three [Alternative 3]
I didn’t have much time. I ran into the
living room and put the book on the table, in front of the TV. And then I went
outside. Dad would be home soon and I wanted to see what he did when he found
the book. I looked through the window. I could see everything perfectly there.
Dad arrived ten minutes later. I heard him
coughing as he walked up to the door. He took off his coat, and then he went
into the kitchen to make some tea.
‘Hurry up Dad,’ I thought. ‘Hurry up!’
Finally he went into the living room. He
was just about to turn on the TV. But at that moment he stopped. He had noticed
something. He had seen the Green Book. He picked it up and opened it.
I didn’t want to disturb him, so I waited.
He sat down on the sofa. He didn’t turn on the TV. He normally did that when he
got home. But now he just started reading. He was reading the book, and little
by little a smile began to appear on his face. A smile! The first smile I had
seen on his face for a long time. He was reading the story, but I’d like to
think that at the same time, he was also reading another story. He was remembering
that little boy he once was. He had forgotten who he was. But now he was
beginning to remember.
I waited for a while longer. It was nice
to watch Dad sitting there, reading my favourite book. Of course it was also my
dad’s favourite book, because it was the only book he had ever read. Watching
him, sitting on the sofa, reading the story, helped me to understand him. It
was hard for him, without Mum, and he didn’t know how to free himself from this
feeling of sadness. He didn’t know what to do. ‘Maybe the book will help him a
little,’ I thought. After a while, I went into the room quietly. At first, I
didn’t say anything. I just looked at him. Then he heard me when I sat down,
and he looked up.
‘What book is it?’ I asked. I knew it was
‘The Railway Children.’ But I wanted to see what he said.
‘It’s…It’s the green book, you know, the
one I told you about. How did it get here?’
‘Oh, I found it in the garage. Do you like
it? The book I mean.’
‘Yes, I think I can finish it now,’ he
said smiling – Another smile!
‘What’s it called?’
‘The Railway Children,’ said Dad.
‘That’s my favourite book,’ I said. ‘My
favourite story. We can read it together, if you like.’
Dad looked at me again. It was the kind of
look that only a mother or father can give you. It was like he knew something,
but he didn’t say anything. ‘Yes, Michael, yes …that’s a great idea,’ he said.
I closed the book, put it back
on the shelf, and jumped out of the story. And then I looked around the room. It
was 2014 again, and there was my dad, sitting in his armchair. Now he was an
old man, and I was no longer a twelve year old boy.
I say that Dad was in the room
with me, but in a certain sense he wasn’t. There’s a name for what he had.
Alzheimer’s. Death without dying, life without living.
My father couldn’t remember
the green book anymore. For him, the green book was full of blank pages.
I sat for a while with him in
silence, remembering for the both us. Trying to fill up those pages by myself.
But soon it was time to go.
‘Dad, it was great to see you
again,’ I said. ‘I have to go now, but I’ll come back soon, I promise.’
Dad looked at me and smiled.
Now he smiled a lot. So many memories had gone and so had all the hardness in
his face. His face was much softer now.
‘I’m sorry!’ he said. ‘I want
to say, I just want to say, that …
I love you!
But … But I’m not quite sure
who you are!’
I stood there. I didn’t know
what to say. I didn’t know where to look. Something incredible had just happened.
For the first time in my life my father had told me that he loved me.
And now finally I knew. It had
always been there.
Love.
Love had always been there.
And it wasn’t hiding anymore.
It wasn’t hiding behind all
those other things. Fear, Regret, Jealousy, Hate, Resentment. For my father, all
those things had gone, but love had remained. And now it was free. It was free
to say what it had to say, and I could hear its voice.
My father wasn’t a teacher. He
wasn’t a man of many words. But on that day he gave me the lesson of my life. A
lesson I will never forget. With three simple words, he taught me everything I
needed to know. This is what he taught me:
Love should have no hiding place.
Here is one of the endings to the story, Alternative 3. I thought I would begin with the most complex ending, both in terms of vocabulary and content.
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