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|Father (standard:other, 1700 words)|
|Author: Rabab||Added: Jul 04 2006||Views/Reads: 1608/1010||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The story of a father who loves his son regardless of how he treats him. The last days of a man who couldn't handle happiness.|
The small room seemed to feel so much larger today to the tiny man propped on the bed in front of the lone window. He sensed a change in the wind coming through the flimsy curtains that hung down in tatters behind him. The room had acquired a brightness notwithstanding the peeling paint on the walls and Sid, as people called him, felt on top of the world. His 19 year old grandson was coming to visit. It had been 15 years since he had seen Aly, 15 long years that he had spent in this small one room house with no one to smile and tell him he was loved. He chuckled to himself and thought of the time when his grandson had been born a tiny premature baby. He had been waiting outside the labor room when the nurse came out smiling holding a tiny bundle in her arms. He had suddenly been transported back 28 years to a similar place with a different nurse and a different baby-his son. It seemed like yesterday when he had held his first and only son in his arms and gazed down into his puffy face. Now he was smiling down at what he had helped to create-his grandson. A beautiful baby with his high nose that had run in the family for years. Sid smiled now as he thought of the day they had brought him home and his wife had laid him down in the pretty little room specially decorated for him. Flowers bloomed in every corner of the room and stuffed toys smiled down at the newest member of the family. Sid sat up with a jolt as he realized he was picturing the homecoming of his son not his grandson! ‘What is wrong with me?' he thought shaking his head vigorously as he got out of bed. ‘It isn't as easy as it used to be,' he screamed out as his joints cracked with every move. ‘ But today is a special day' he said and, pulling himself together, he waddled off to the kitchen. At first he was surprised to see that it was clean and tidy but then he remembered that he had done that before going to bed last night. ‘nine thirty five' said the clock in the kitchen, not much time before Taimoor gets here. It was a good thing that he had requested Shamim, his next-door neighbour's daughter, to bake a cake for him. He would have to mow her lawn in return for the favour but that didn't matter as chocolate cake was Taimoor's favourite. He set about arranging things in his only room for breakfast. The warmth of yesterday's phone call was still fresh in his heart as he placed the plates on the table. Taimoor had called him at Shamim's phone number, he couldn't afford a phone himself, and said that he wanted to meet him. He still couldn't believe that his grandson wanted to see him when his father had decided it was impossible to keep him in the house. The house that he had built with his sweat and blood, the house that his loving wife had decorated with her savings. They had been so happy in that house and the arrival of their longed for only son had made it an even happier place. Aly's first day at school had been difficult-not for Aly but for his parents. They couldn't trust the people in that place called school with their darling. ‘Would they understand his feelings? Would they see the potential behind his quiet nature? Would they let him have his way as they did?' These were only a few of the worries that plagued the parents of the resolute young boy who walked into school. His teachers, however, did- as teachers often do- see the darkness that lurked behind the small, dark eyes. When Aly was in eighth grade, his teachers called the parents to school to talk about his selfish and disdainful nature. They told Sid and his wife that Aly showed a total disregard for other's feelings and his own responsibilities. Sid, who flared up at the notion, screamed at the teachers and abused them for maligning the character of his perfect son. So, Aly's school was changed. It was changed again when he was in his final year of high school due to a similar situation. Being a brilliant young man, Aly was admitted in one of the best universities of the country where he scored outstanding grades. He was employed by the most successful multi nationals of the world and that was when the trouble began. As soon as Aly got a job, his attitude towards his parents changed. He thought they were old fashioned and slow. After leaving for a position Click here to read the rest of this story (111 more lines)
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