About fifteen years ago as I was sitting on the floor with my little net book on my knee typing away at my first book completely lost in my memory files, when I heard me fathers voice speaking to me.
It was about 2 o’clock in the morning (the stillness of the night is the best time for me to write, it always has been) .
”Isabella your mother is very upset by what you are writing.”
“What do you mean daddy?”
”Your mother does not like what you are saying about her.”
“I’m sorry daddy, but I can’t change a word because what I’m writing is the truth and you no it is.”
”Yes, But your mum is upset by it.”
“Then that’s something she will have to think about herself daddy, because I have had to live with what she said and did to me all those years ago. I can’t change what she said, and I can’t change what she did. All I’m doing is telling my story, I’m telling the truth and I need to do that. Please tell her that I love her and I always will. But I’m not going to not tell my story.”
My father said he would tell her and then he was gone.
I sat for a while looking into space, thinking to my self, ‘was I doing the right thing’ - yes of course I was. But I didn’t like the thought of my mother being upset, that upset me.
Just as I was about to start writing again a very bright white flash, just like a bolt of lightening shot across the key pad of my net book right in front of me. It shot across the keys, and I thought, ‘Dear God, now what’s wrong’.
I started pressing lots of keys to make sure it was still working, it was thank goodness. So what the heck had just happened?
I continued on typing for a few minutes, then like I always do, I stopped writing and went back over what I had just typed to make sure it made sense.
And that’s when I spotted it.
A little circle with a smily face, right in the middle of my writing.
Now your all going to say, well that’s just an emoji, you must have pressed a button to get it.
My little net book has only a word processor on it. No gimmicks, no emoji of any sort. and anyway, this smily face was in black and white, the same colour as the typing, and I wasn’t anywhere near the screen when it appeared.
My net book is 16 years old ( and still going strong) and I know you might not believe this, but in 2014/5 I didn’t know what an emoji was and my husband ( the computer expert) assures me that there is nothing on the computers hard drive, or operating system that could have given me ’the smily face’.
I was upset my mother was upset.
I had had a few tears, saying out loud to heaven. “ I’m sorry mum, but I can’t change anything, I can’t change a word that I’m writing, that’s what happened.”
I guess heaven knew I needed something to lift my spirits, I desperately needed a smile - and heaven sent me one!