By the age of nine, Brian, who was on his summer break from school, was convinced that his father did not love him. Oh no, it wasn’t that his dad was mean to him or anything like that. It was just that his dad never seems to be happy with anything that he did. In fact, he somehow always manages to find something wrong in everything that he did. At least that’s how Brian saw it.
So not too long after Brian returned home from the hospital with his right hand in a cast, that was due to a friend’s failed bicycle stunt, he asked his mom.
“Mummy, why doesn’t daddy love me?”
His mom, who was leaning over the dishwasher almost, dropped the Pyrex dish that was in her hand.
“What are you talking about?” She asked, a few seconds after regaining her composure and standing upright to look at him.
Brian was sitting at the small table in the kitchen with a cup of half-emptied orange juice and a cheese sandwich in front of him. Lost in his thoughts, he did not turn to look at her as he replied.
“He always blames me for everything and watch and see, he will say that it was my fault that my hand got broke. Also, how come he never takes me out, just the two of us.” He ended as his voice broke.
His mom quickly covered the short distance between them and after sitting in the chair that was next to him she held his face in her hands.
“Your dad loves you very much,” She said.
Brian opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the door buzzer.
The following morning, after waking up a little later than usual he was surprised to find his father still at home.
“Where is mom, is she alright?” He immediately asked after greeting his dad.
“She is find, she just went out to the mall.”
“Oh, okay.” He said.
“Sit, here,” his father said, pulling out a chair at the dinning table, “I’ll prepare breakfast for you, what do you want?”
“It’s okay dad, I don’t want to make you late for work.” Brian replied.
“You wouldn’t, because I took the day off.”
Taken aback for a moment, Brian said that he would like to have toast and scrambled eggs, as he sat down.
I’m in trouble, he thought.
“How is your hand,” his dad asked, as he cracked an egg.
“It’s alright,” he replied, as he thought, here it comes, he’s going to blame me for the accident.
“Can I write on your cast later?” He asked.
“Yeah, sure, that will be great,” he replied with a confused smile.
His father said nothing after that, but continued to prepare the breakfast.
“The new movie that you were talking about is coming out in the theatres today, what do you say about the two of us checking it out?” His father said as Brian was eating his last piece of egg.
Brian almost chock on his egg, nevertheless, he vigorously nodded his head, yes.
At the theatre, Brian ran into a few of his classmates who wanted to know what happened to his hand as they signed his cast. Afterwards they also tried to rescue him from his dad, but Brian quickly protested.
As they finally sat in their seats and before the film begun his dad quickly wrote on his cast,
“I love you Brian and I am so happy/blessed because I am your dad.”
Brian couldn’t stop smiling for that entire day.
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