Losing someone dear
"Dad, I'm alone at school again."
Came upon a high toned voice of a child's, yet sincere and calm.
"By that, you mean everyone is avoiding you again?"
Answered the adult man, his voice husky and deep but showed no sign of threat towards his treasures.
"Then tell me, does it bother you?"
"Not really, I have mom and dad anyway."
His son answered without hesitation, his words righteous and true.
"Then I guess your mother and I will have nothing to worry about."
The dad answered and added;
"Heinz. I've been meaning to ask of you that... do you hate me as your father..?"
The father immediately felt heartbroken, surprise however with his son's straightforward response.
"I hate having your genes cuz' everyone sees me like a cursed child due to my red hair color that looks like blood and my eyes that makes them think I'm a vampire..."
The father slightly shock, seemingly annoyed as he tried to retort back calmly before his son beat him to it-
"However, the way I look a lot like you doesn't change the fact that I love you as my father. I come to a realization that people's opinion about me doesn't matter because I'm happy that I look like you since it reminds me that we have something in common."
The father froze, before having to look away and tried to clear his thoughts for a while.
"Son, you know this is one thing I hate about you."
He said, slightly proud even if he force himself to look annoyed look.
He then burst out laughing and wrapped his arm around his son onto a tight hug. Heinz as well look stone faced but returns the hug anyway.
At the center of attention, amidst a cloudy rainy day.
The crowds circling a lifeless man before them; blood splattered all over the road.
A child can only watch the scene hopelessly, letting this memory engraved in their mind and heart.
Comments