There was another life that affected my own as much as anything that happened during my childhood. He was formed out of the dust of the ground and I was made from the ribs of his body. I was completely oblivious to the life of a little boy who was as much me as I was myself.
He was not loved by his parents, but he was provided for. Concurrent to the day of my mother’s funeral, his father called him into his office. The little boy wore a designer baby blue suit tailored to fit him, made of shorts at the bottom to show his knee socks and leather two toned shoes. His bowl haircut and chubby cheeks showed his youth more than his dress or his serious expression. He walked with fear, wishing he had not carried his airplane into his father’s presence. His father leaned forward from behind his large desk. The sun shone in from the large window behind him so that the little boy could only see his large silhouette.
Invisible demons stroked his father, “Yes. Yes. You are powerful. What is this thing that lingers in your presence. Make him leave.” His father listened to this inner conversation as he stared down at him. He thought about his personal power and accomplishments. Who was this person that was not respectful of what he had accomplished?
The little boy paused, not knowing that the silence was awkward, knowing only that it was fearful. His heart was beating quickly.
A beautiful woman wearing a dress suit and her hair tied up in a bun walked over and leaned down and whispered into his father’s ear. His father did not change his expression or even seem to notice, except that he gave her a single nod.
Then his father addressed him. He spoke for the first time since the boy had entered the room. It was two words but it turned all the mystery and awe the little boy had concerning this man into one thing: hate.
“Go away.” These two words his father coldly addressed toward him. He gave no reason for having called him there. What he felt now was what he had always felt about his son. His father felt he had never wanted him.
To be continued…