I Wish I Were Not Born
I walked on tiptoed. Dad must be home now. How my heart
bleed when Mom left him for abroad. No amount of mom's explanation could
appease my anger. Why did she do this? My poor Dad! now I see every reason why
he has to come home late, why he has to drink. He must, I even told myself. He
deserves to give way to his emotions.
I walked quietly and slowly turned in the door knob. The
greatest secret unfolded before my naked eyes. I caught Dad in a very
compromising situation with our driver. My whole world shattered; my knees
trembled. Discovery even made it more shocking. Dad is a homosexual! What is
this? I shouted.
I wish I were not born. Damn you! And I ran as fast as I could.
That was many years ago.
I wanted to end my life. I was like a little kitten with no
one to turn to. Helpless and confused I started to pick up every piece of my
broken life. The father with whom I should feel secure and protected failed me
a hundred times. He did not have the arms to protect me from harm. Instead he
brought me shame and untold misery. The mother whom I need to embrace to
strengthen me and love me left. Parents, why do you fail me? Where else can we
find solace in our dark moments of despair? What have you done?
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