Chapter 3 Father
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Last night, my mind was preoccupied with the mystery of who had contacted me. If he waited too long, that’s not because of me. Thinking about it put me to sleep at a ridiculously early hour. To pass the time, I played with my phone. A Facebook window loads. Friend by friend, I peruse their online presence. I double-checked that the number they texted me from is the same one that appears in their profile.
Unfortunately, I was not able to identify the owner of the sending phone number.
“Hello, cheerful morning!” I embrace the air with open arms.
I went ahead and threw open the window. Our next-door neighbors are having a Zumba party at Nena’s. That music has some powerful tunes. They engage in a great deal of dancing. Some Karen has been spotted doing Zumba as well! Concerns about spreading rumors are the least of their worries.
The number of times I’ve heard them spread rumors baffles me. The rumors concerning my mother and me are false.
“They’ve got a broken family, you know. The spouse left her since she looked ugly. Now that she’s turned into a whale, she’s no longer appetizing.”
“So, now you know.” “In other words, their kid. You assumed she was destitute, but she actually isn’t. She’s adopted a new dad. A new love interest has been found by her mother.
“And here’s my news, I suppose. The man has a lot of money.”
They reveal far more about who I am. It’s actually a lie, so Mom just doesn’t pay any attention to it. Don’t give me the chance to win. Therefore, even if they are purposefully walking in front of me, I still let them pass.
At one point, I was so irritated that I considered hitting them. I can’t help but hit them. “That mother and daughter are prostitutes,” which is why it was abandoned. Simply put, “It’s because they are not lovely.”
My window is now securely shut.
Upon my return to my bedroom, I promptly fell back to sleep. As I did so, I found myself staring at the ceiling. I think. What if I didn’t let my father go? How amazing a life do we still have? Are we still intact now?
My entire day is free and clear of obligations. I walked downstairs and immediately went into the bathroom to take a shower.
“Hello, Mom!” I met Mama happily. In a kind gesture, I bent over and kissed her on the cheek.
In the same tone, “Good morning to you, honey.”
To start the day, I sat down to a hearty meal. We have fried rice, hotdogs, and eggs for breakfast. I started putting rice and stuff on my plate. I was thinking about the individual who wrote the letter and who had texted me while I was eating. I’m curious as to the nature of his desire for our introduction. Just who is he, anyway? My lack of familiarity with the sender led me to ignore his message.
“Honey, are you having difficulties?” For some time now, you’ve been treating food like a weapon of mass destruction. My mother had questioned me in an anxious tone. I was taken aback and didn’t even realize it. How come I have to guess who it is?
mostly because you wonder who he is and why. It’s as though a man just texted me. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t place the identity of this person. Who else could possibly wait so long for me? I lied to my mother and said, “Oh, nothing; I just thought of something.” I like to take a stroll in the park after a meal and spend time with friends there.
I need to go outside and breathe some fresh air first. At home, I can only think of Father. I gave my mom a hug and a kiss and told her I’d be leaving first. I went and got my bike out of the shed. I rode away from the fence and out of the compound.
Today, the sky is unclouded. It is still bearable to be outside in the sun. The wind keeps ruffling my hair. I didn’t put my hair up.
When I was very close to the park, I got off my bike. When I initially arrived, I sat down on a chair beneath the towering tree. These days, crowds of people are common. There were picnicking families, enthusiastic joggers, and kids playing catch.
“The best dad in the world, right, Dad?” I gave a wide smile.
In the backyard, Papa built me a little house. Just like a Barbie doll, I am stunningly attractive. Papa continued to hammer on the nail. He hit his finger in a rush to complete my residence. To be honest, what he did wasn’t all that significant. for the sole purpose of letting me in and giving me somewhere to put my other playthings.
“Of course, it’s the best, Papa.” The phrase “I’ll do anything for my princess” comes to mind.
Never once did my dad tell me that. My creative juices are running wild here. I never felt that he was proud of me. Never once did he address me as “my princess.” The only thing I always hear from him is cursing. If he knows who I am at all, I have no idea. Because he never once addressed me by my given name, instead using substitutes like “hello,” “kid,” “psst,” and so on. He didn’t help me out at all. Even though I shared a home with him, I never felt like part of the family. I only ever heard loud slaps, kicks, and cussing while he and Mama were together.
I want to at least encounter the complete family. In those days, I was still a young kid. I have never been naive in this world. I sobbed and sobbed. Unfortunately, I was unable to defend my mother.
“I’m still hoping to fix our family right now.” This is how I must sound to a baby. I fiddled with my thighs by running my fingertips along the top.