Dad must have known how much I’ve been longing for him since the day he left: my heart jumped at the moment I saw the film’s advertisement on the streets and joyful boys carrying placards and huge coloured portraits of him. I stopped at every corner that the poster of the film is on, devouring every word on it and gazing at my hale and hearty Dad. I couldn’t believe he’s going to speak, move and sing like he did. It is no wonder that the film is the most wonderful gift that Dad has generously presented to me !
At dinner I told Mum about all the things I saw along way home and tried to talk her into going to the cinema with me tomorrow. But she has not quite come over the shock yet, she declined watching the film, reasoning that she couldn’t just bear to see him like he was still alive. and that at home everyday she had been seeing enough pictures of him … How can’t she differentiate between those lifeless pictures and this picture, which features him living as a real person !
But whatever, I must have four annas to see the film tomorrow !
