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That eventful day started out like every other day summer day. My
cousins, there fathers and I decided to spend a few hours swimming at the
rivers bend not to far from my grandparents’ home. I felt out of place
because I was the only one there with out a father. Watching them interact
with each other, filled me with envy.
It was an eventful day for me because of what was about to happen to
me today. It was something that I dreamed about for a long time. I can
remember many times that I’ve asked my grandmother about my father.
What was he like? Why did he live? She would say “he left to better
himself; make a way for you and he promised to one day return for you”.
We weren’t in the pond for more than 30 minutes, when my
grandmother came calling saying that someone was at the house waiting to
see me. My cousins and I looked at each other as if to say who was at the
house. She said “boy if you don’t get out of that water right now, I’ll come
in there tear you a new butt whole”. One by one my cousins and I came out
of the pond, making sure we don’t stand to close to her because she has the
tendency of grabbing we she is not disobeyed. I asked who was at the
house, she said it was someone for whom I’ve been longing to see.
Something must have came over me because all I do remember was
grabbing my clothes. As I ran along the rivers edge towards the house, I
dawned my shirt and pants.
In the distance I could see the figure of a man standing next to the house
with arms folded in front of him. The closer I got to the house the more
nervous and judgmental I became. I thought to myself what if he turns out
to be someone other than what I mirrored him to be. Tired and out of breath,
I stopped short of this man who was supposed to be my father and uttered
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”Dad”. With crying eyes, I looked at my grandmother as if to asked for her
approval, she nodded. With passion, I immediately embraced my father. My
grandmother too was overwhelmed by the sense of passion my father and I
showed each other.
Later on that day my father and I took a walk through the village where
he explained the reasons why he left. He said “son I left to better myself and
so I can make a better life for you”. He told me that a day didn’t go by with
out him thinking of me and that he was planning to take me back to the
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