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“Can we please not play anymore dad?”
Upsurge, confined versatility with a solemn belief.
Rise up, explore. Dominated, character provoked, the lesser attempt exploiting ones emotion. Accused of disgrace.
Kathy, my mother revealed that I was adopted on my 18th birthday.
Dilemma, does that mean I am special? The word adopt was new for me. I was an adult already but then was I?
I never went to school since my dad always told me how cruel the real world is.
“The danger awaits.”, said my dad every 3rd night of a week.
The pain was harsh, tears were now all soaked, my voice was long lost.
Despite of everything I was loved, I grew from stitched clothes to a pair of new Pajamas’.
I had a great family, a loving dad, a cute little angel and a beautiful mother.
From kitchen floor to a store room, I grew up.
The unusual essence the nights had for me.
The midnight did hit with the fear of a knock at the door.
“Dad?”
*pushes*
I was asked to be silent. The most generous and caring person my dad was. He cared about Mother to not wake her up in the middle of the night.
The pain now had vanished.
“You’ve grown better.”
*door shuts*
I was strictly asked to keep it a secret. Acceptance was the only option I had.
The scar in the body, the red marks around the chest did hurt. Despite the pain I was unspoken.
I wanted a way out but I was afraid of disappointing my dad.
The knock then was often, from every 3rd night of a week to a daily schedule I was falling weak. The pain was now emotional.
I do not seek to play anymore, the fact I never did. I was doing it just for the sake of my father.
I am 23 now, I no longer live with mother Kathy.
I love my family, I miss everyone. The regret stays within. I wanted peace, never meant to steal your voice dad.
I am sure you’re looking at me, from the core of the heart I feel sorry. The games, the love you showered is all gone with you now.
You were right dad, “danger awaits.”
Saail Pokhrel
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