BORN OF A SERF

Durrry

Day broke with cloud as glass.
I caught sight of tinny rays of sun streaming through the fastened window.
It then dawn on me, I'd slept far too long.
My joint ached from sleeping in bad shape.
Yesterday scene flashed across my mind like quick lightning.

Has father returned?
I bet he will be mad at me for sleeping so soundly."
Rushing up to unbolt the door, my pant heavily damp as though I'd been beaten by some heavy torrents. A knell of hunger pang churned through the walls of my stomach, but that wasn't for the time being,
I was overwhelmed by an urgent need to see father. This time i wasn't only bold,i needed also to find my father.
To apologise for sleeping ever so soundly.
I needed to tell him of last night ghost. How i was hunted by death itself "
To
plead with him even on my last blood, to have him promise never to leave me behind. Never again a careless "sit down there child, I' be right back"

Thousands and millions of wants threatened to burst my heart cords whilst i cracked the wooden door opened.
But lo!
Just a single step lounged forward before i began melting like heated wax."
I found before my pinned and obsessed gaze 'the very man in coat' couldn't pause my eyes blinking with utter bewilderment. My head throbbed rootlessly. Just within that second, my heart and mind seemed on a far home journey, leaving only my brain to wander.
Dead and stiffened was the figure. Head hooked aside, concealing his face against a side of his coated arm. One of his hand in rigid stretch towards where i stood, somehow reaching desperately for the door.
Tears burnt the dept of my eyes the moment i caught sight of a familiar empty can of inhaler at a vacant edge on the pavement.
Then came the memory, like the quakes of a rapid thunder storm. My heart and mind returning with turbulent bangs.

Father was asthmatic!

His pair of boot and short came to an instant view as i bashed forward to examine
Right there, my brain felt escalated.
Couldn't cry, couldn't even scream but whimpering a sob, such that rattled the depth of my inner most being.
F-father!
I stammered breathlessly.
H....ave i taken you for a ghost...,a zombie all the while?"
Tears coupled with mucus rolled down a side of my mouth, tasting bitter salt as i yet talk on.
My father!
Dragging and packing his stiff-necked head into my haggard lap of urine drenched pant.
Like i could rescue him just now. His face coldly lifeless.
The more i looked on it the louder his desperate bangs of last night echoed.
Those gruntled cry and choking sounds...
He must've ran out of inhaler to have rushed back home; running so weak.
Corrosive guilt started to Plague my thoughts.
So-so-sorry............ Father! i was scared; oh never knew it was
you!
I screamed now from skull to toes. I hushed abruptly, giving heed to my loud inquisitive thoughts and uttering them. Sobbing occasionally as with each words.
Will he ever forgive me?"
Oh how i'd allowed him die helpless.... Just how do i live down the guilt??

B-but why father?!
Why didn't you call my name as often did whenever you return? father?
Were you so weak, too weak to have given a sign that it was you all along?
And the coat........?
You just wouldn't tell me a thing father!
This is no fair!
Its no fair!!
I wailed
Then hushed for possibly an answer before wailing even more madly.
You can't..... Won't leave me here"
No father, you won't.
I was angry now, angrily pained
i was now orphan.
I felt guilt, could've saved him, but not as much as i grieved his carelessness.
He was all i knew since mother's death but there were shallow aspects of him that i wished never were.
Poor though we were but i wished he had cared more...., perhaps i would've understood him more.
My father hadn't cared beyond my daily meal
"sit right here Leyke, no loitering, l' be back in a jiff"
He would say and never return until dusk.

My arm felt weak under his lifeless weight while i clung yet his head to my chest, sprawling on the pavement.
This time, all screaming and whimpering strength were gone out of me, i could but merely stare on.
Somewhat lost in thoughts and tears wouldn't stop flowing.....

You did it again!
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Vickky.