We All Fall Down

I smashed the table in a fit of rage; years of anger had piled up in me and now I had enough. My father looked as though he had seen a ghost, never had he experienced this, nor never had I been the one for disobedience or malice (as my father’s friends would call it) but enough was enough. I walked out with my back to those at the table, the floor creaked and cracked as I walked to the doorway, I turned around and at that moment I fell free. I looked my father straight in the eye and said;

“Father I respect you as a man, you taught me well, you taught to be happy for the fortune that I had and you taught me to be obedient, I respect you for that, but you also made me see the differences in the people in the world instead of the things that unite us all, father you taught me that we were different, that we were special, but father with all due respect, you were wrong, because I’ve learned that even in the pinnacle of human sovereignty, we all fall down...”

My father never did smile; he always woke me up at 6 o’clock sharp every morning so I could get dressed for school so I wouldn’t be late. We would then eat breakfast, which usually consisted of oatmeal and bread, at 7 o’clock sharp my father would light a cigar and read the morning news paper, it wasn’t a “bad” life but it was not one I was used to. After that we would leave in our white and black Oldsmobile 88, oh how I did love this car. Every day it was the same trajectory from our home to my school. We would pass by Mr. Brice’s bakery, which did serve the best bread in the city, Mr. Sosimo’s antique shop, filled with the latest treasures and religious figures from Fuentealbilla, Spain the place where he called home, and last but not least we had Mr. Eduard’s gun shop, thoug...

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...the matter and she got in the car and that was that. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at school. I waved goodbye to my father, she thanked my father and I, and we both got out of the car. As the bell rang I hurried to class. As I hurried I did not notice that she was also walking in the same direction.

I looked for her after my school had ended but to no avail because I did not find her. I asked a fellow student standing buy and he said that her father had picked her up. It had been a long and exhausting day and all I wanted to do was go home so I could rest and study for future exams. I got home and went to my room and I just lay on my bed. Though I did not sleep at all, I kept on thinking about the girl I had met. I wondered what her name was, where she came from, and who her family was. I waited and was very anxious to see her the next day and the day after that.