Autobiography – personal writing

My real father died when I was a baby. Only photographs and faint memories help me recall who he was. I suppose I accepted Roy as my father, I suppose I was too young not to accept him but now as I look at his old waxy skin as he lies in his open coffin, I realise that I dont miss him. I havent talked to my mother in old age so Its been age since I needed him. He passed away two days ago from heart failure. My mother is a different story, she was stranded without him, Roy married my mother a year after my father died, Roy was my step-father.The day after the funeral was Monday, I am informed by my pecuniary advisor that my stocks have doubled over the weekend, ordinarily this is good word on a Monday morning but the thought of my mother on her admit in that old dusty flat while I stand in my blush office, annoys me. Any bad news today? I occupy with caution, No, e genuinelything is as good as it can be he replies with a bright smile. I thanked him for cheering me up and he le ave with a nod as if to imply dont mention it.I leant over to turn on the T. V in my office, going to wrick on a Monday with nothing to work on, Three dead in terrifying car crash I dont usually watch T. V in work because I should have something to do or to help with, I own a company called Earth-links its a telecoms company. I left and went home at somewhat half past cristal to cat sleep rather than sit in my office, although it looked like the middle of the night, it was clouded up with pelting.We have interrupted this programming to show a special news bulletin I woke up to see the screen disappear into a solid blue picture then the 6 oclock news studio came on the screen and a small black haired woman appeared and said People in the northern Ireland area are asked to stay indoors unless it is an emergency, the house trailer which was the rain on the window pane drew my attention, I stood up and walked to the window to see distorted houses and street lights below me, it didn t look good and the rain wasnt ending any time soon.The TV blurred on behind me until I turned to focus my attention, severe flooding said the news presenter. Although it expertness have not been the perfect time for me I decided to go talk with my mother, for the first time in years. I havent talked to my mother because we argued over years and so I left when I was 19. I went go finished to the south of Ireland with her and Roy to sort things out, but that didnt work. I am now 32 five years have passed since that. I finish up some microwave pasta and use the elevator to get to the car park, The good thing about a car park is that you dont get wet, not today.My car was parked beside the exit where some rain water had got into and had soaked my toes. I had ignored all the persist warnings and drove out into the street and the street of Belfast, the rain was so loud on the roof of the car I put on some music, it was about half past five and I rarely saw another vehicle. My mother lives in an old persons flat quite inland. On my way by means of the country I saw flooded fields and cars stuck in mud. I arrived in the doorway at six o clock and pressed number 6 and got no answer, the doorway is not very sheltered and I am now soaked from the rain.I press the doorbell again, hello said a voice, hello mum can you open the door its Aaron I said oh hello Aaron, come on in then she replied, her voice was weary and tired, I think she was sleeping. The buzzer went and I rushed out of the rain and into the hallway. There were 2 doors and a set of stairs. My feet now felt like wrinkly prunes from my hard shoes, it had been raining all day now very heavily. I leave the hallway and notice my dark footprints behind me, I walked up the twisted stairway, I cannot see how someone could survive in a place like this, I havent seen anyone its like it is derelict.I get up to the 2nd floor to muster my mother standing at her door, hi mum I said before she noticed me, Aaron, wh y have you come she said, look I safe dont want you feeling real bad about yourself. I want to make things up with you I said abruptly, come internal she said as she turned to go inside. The smell of tea and unclean furniture hit me like a slap to the face, I sat on the couch face at the framed photographs of Roy and my mother, in that respect was one of me, I was at the zoo with my sister and Roy, the clash of plates and cups awoke me from my daydream, sugar? my mother asked, yea, thanks I said. I took a sip of my tea, it soothed my dry throat. mum, I am really sorry for the last 10 or so years, I have been really stupid, I pull in yesterday that I should have enjoyed Roys life while I could instead of ignoring you and him. I think I have just held on to bad things I shouldnt have. Can you forgive me I said waiting for an answer. Aaron, I was being the silly one not you, Roy told me so after that holiday to Ireland, I was down right rude she said as she fiddled with here neckl ace.A good start I thought, we went on chatting about the good times we had together when I was a child, it wasnt until eight o clock I went to leave. I walked back down the stairs smiling at what I had accomplished my right foot was wet, I looked down and saw that the last few steps were covered in water and rising, the rain had flooded into the flats and was just below knee depth. I stood there for a while and decided to get to my car.I ran down with the hallway and out the door, out side wasnt as bad, I ran to my car through the dark rain, I couldnt see much but I got to my car which was parked not to far away but the street was flooded very severely, there was no way I was getting home. I ran back to the flats and the door was still open. I ran to the stairs and walked to the flat again I went inside and explained to my mother its really flooded out there, my mother replied oh dear what shall you do, I then said do you mind if I sleep here my mother said oh not at all well so rt something out.I sat and watched the TV until 11 while my mother went to her fundament quite early, the television was boring but it passed the time. Three days passed, it stopped raining on the 2nd day my mother and I really bonded through the days surviving on what she had in the dusty cupboards. The rain had mostly evaporated after one day and I went to my car. I drove back through the country past soaked and some still very flooded spots. I got home later that day to find everything as I had left it. The only difference was that I felt new and had straightened my life out with my mother. I have realised, I am happy.