My father would leave the house twice a week for hours at a time, returning full of energy and in the finest spirits. Soon, his secret came to light.
I was ten years old then, and my elder brother was twelve. He spent his days playing in the yard, and we didnt get along much. I helped Mother with the chores while Father worked at the factory, coming home late in the evening. Mother would set the table, and wed gather for supper. Afterwards, Father would slip on his polished leather shoes, linger before the mirror, and without a word, step out into the night. Mother would glare at the door in silent fury once hed gone. I wondered where he went and why it vexed her so. Later, hed return home cheerful. Burning with curiosity, I finally asked Mother why she grew so cross when Father left.
She told me he had a sweetheart. I couldnt believe itFather adored Mother; hed never betray her. The next time he slipped away, I followed him. His steps led to the grand Royal Albert Hall, and he disappeared inside. I hesitated, unsure whether to enter, when suddenly a hand touched my shoulder. Turning, I saw a striking womannone other than a celebrated actress. With her, I ventured inside, where a hall brimming with spectators awaited.
There, on stage, stood my father. I never knew he was an opera singerand a gifted one at that. He sang an aria, unaware I sat in the back row, tears of joy welling in my eyes. When he finished, the audience roared with applause. He stood proudly as flowers were handed to him. After the performance, we strolled through Hyde Park, returning home in high spirits. I whispered to Mother, Father doesnt have a sweethearthe goes to the theatre. And she whispered back, I know. I go every week to watch him. I just didnt want him to know I knewhe said it was our little secret. From that night on, I kept the secret too. Every Tuesday and Thursday, Id watch Father tie his tie just so, his eyes bright with quiet excitement. Sometimes, hed hum a tune under his breath as he left, and Id smile, knowing the magic that waited beyond the door. Years later, when I told him Id seen him onstage, he simply winked and said, Best kept secret of my life. And Mother, folding laundry nearby, hummed the same aria under her breath.
