Money For Drugs.

 I had to ask dad for some money yesterday, I didn't like asking but I didn't have much choice as I don't have any money of my own at the moment. Anyway I'm doing the washing up and he brings his plate and cup to the sink.

I say, "Could I have some money dad, I need to buy something?"

"It's not for drugs is it?"

I was shocked, firstly that he even thought I would be doing that with his money, also that something like that would come from his mouth, it's just not the sort of comment he makes. So I turn to him for an answer to this shock statement and there is the answer all over his face in the form of a big smile.

"Ha ha - very funny dad, you're such a great comedian." I said with a smile and light heart.

"Will fifty be enough or are you going to fleece me for a hundred?"

"Oh noo," I said.

"Then pounds will be plenty."

"That's my girl," he said putting his arm around me and giving me a squeeze.

It doesn't feel real, everything being so simple, easy and pleasant. I'd been questioning all night about whether to ask to or not. In the end he came back with a twenty and told me to keep the change.