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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Feel (emotions) (08/26/10)

TITLE: His father's son
By Folakemi Emem-Akpan
09/02/10


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His fatherís son


It is not his intention to hurt his son; all he wants to do is teach him a lesson. So he raps his knuckles gently but firmly across the length of the little boyís head. When the boy sniffles, he raps again. Harder. This brings about another round of sniffling, another round of rapping. Harder yet again.

And so it goes. Sniffle; rap. Sniffle; rap. Sniffle; rap. Until there are no more sniffles. Until the three year oldís face is dry and set in something akin to stone.

When this is achieved, when the lesson has been learnt, Jimmy smiles at his son and bends to his ears. ďThatís better, buddy. Boys donít cry. You know crying is for sissies.Ē

Jimmy watches Peterís face closely for a while and when he is satisfied that the little boy is not going to cry, he squeezes his shoulder and turns on his heel.

After Jimmy has left the room, Peter tiptoes to his mother, buries his face into her skirt and heaves sob after dry sob. Once again, Janet feels her heart breaking into a million unredeemable pieces. She cuddles her son, strokes his head and without a word comforts him. Even as she does this, she is apprehensive, scared that Jimmy will return quietly, petrified that he would catch them in this stolen embrace.

The same quality that had once attracted her to Jimmy is now what causes her untellable grief. Heíd been tough, strongly given to the belief that men donít cry no matter the circumstances. And after having lived twenty-two years in a household where her father wore his emotions on his sleeve, emotions that ranged wildly from joy to deep sadness to rage and then to joy again sometimes in the space of only five minutes, she was ready for solidness. Which she found in Jimmy.

Jimmy smiled often but was careful not to allow his smile turn into a proper grin. When his mother died of cancer at barely fifty, he did not shed a tear. He stood there, his arms across his chest, and watched the pallbearers lower the woman heíd first loved into the earth.

Janet was proud, then appalled, then proud again. The following month, she married Jimmy.

When their daughter was born, he didnít seem to care much, didnít involve himself at all in parenting her. From the word go, he didnít believe in working mums, so he took on extra jobs so that she could stay home. For that, she is eternally grateful.

Two years later, Peter arrived and Jimmy suddenly became a hands-on dad, at least to their son.

Peter was a colicky baby so he cried a lot. Jimmy would put his nose to the boyís nose and inform him that he had to be tough. Men were supposed to be born tough; he had to suck it up and quit crying. When Peter was a year old, Jimmy took a switch to him because heíd cried over losing a toy to his sister. By the time Peter was two, heíd learnt the lesson his father sought to teach him; boys that cried were sissies.

Janet strokes Peterís head, comforting him as much as she comforts herself. In time, Peterís dry sobs fade and his thumb finds his way into his mouth. He sucks a while, his eyes glued to his motherís face. She smiles down at him, loving him so much her heart cannot stand it.

The door creaks open and Jimmyís head pokes through. Quickly, Peter removes his thumb from his mouth, swings himself off his motherís thighs and stares straight ahead like a man should. Once again, he has become his fatherís son.


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Charla Diehl 09/03/10
It's so hard to read stories of child abuse, but expecially difficult to understand when one loving parent allows it to continue. Maybe a sequel is coming with a broken cycle ending.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/06/10
This certainly evoked all kinds of emotions in me. Part of me wanted to scream leave him to the mother. I think what really Saddens me is this could be happening hundreds of times over while I was reading this story.
Thomas Kittrell09/07/10
Some men want to teach that men (or boys) don't cry. Jesus is God, and He was a man, and He cried.
Rachel Phelps09/09/10
Wow, this is incredibly powerful. I am impressed. Congratulations on your EC!
Amy Michelle Wiley 09/09/10
Well done. Hard to read, but the truth in many homes.
Daniel Kane09/10/10
This is almost a scary story. I felt really sorry for the poor lad, but I also really enjoyed reading it. You did a very good job here. Well done.
Beth LaBuff 09/11/10
This is so emotion-filled and so heart-breaking. Excellent writing. Congratulations on your ribbon and Editor's Choice award!