I sat along on a big rock at the beach, staring at the golden horizon. The cool breeze swept away my
hair and the sun's rays struck my face but they didn't give me warmth. There were other people
around me- some were having picnic, others were swimming, and still there were those who took a
walk for thier late exercise- but i still felt i was alone thinking of nothing but the turn of events in my life.
Four years ago, I had a conversation.................................no, an altercation with my dad one afternoon on this same day.
" And you think you're going to get away with this?" my dad asked in a calm and controlled voice. He put down the book he was reading and faced me.
"Dad, I am so sorry it happened but I aM NOT JUST READY, OKAY?" I said to him trembilng. I did nothing but walked to and fro near the window.
" You should have thought of that before making out your own heaven."
" It was just for fun and we both didn't know this could happen."
"Rob, you're an intelligent kid whom I am always proud of but I didn't know that sometimes you
could be this dumb. You're being unreasonable and you are not making any sense with what you're saying."
I flared up, " Can't you undestand, Dad? I am only eighteen, i have all my wonderful dreams and ambitions to fulfill, I'm enjoying my life and you'll just lket it ger spoiled?"
" I didn't, nor I intent to! he sanapped." You are the one's screwin' up your own life. I didn't tell you to
do it but you've pushed yourself too far. Don't ever balme me for this 'cause I was never an
irresponsible father to you."
Yes, true. I could say that he was the best father one could ever have. Having brought me up alone after my mother died when she bore me, he was a good disiplinarian but he never raised me by the book. He's linient and very understanding. I had a wonderful and fulfiulling childhood with him.
He is very sensitive to my needs and I always believe he knows what's best for me. But I am
dubious about it this time. Now, I feel I know better what's the best for me. Or atleast I think I do. I
stopped by the window and stared at nothing outside. I was close to tears. I had no ally, forsaken by
my own father. I felt so angry, neglected and demoralized. I felt betrayed by fate. The, I felt dad's
loving pat on my back.
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
