NongFinn
Forty years ago, a child ran away from an abusive father. That child struggled to survive in the city thinking life was easy.
Twenty years ago, I was born without a father. Struggling to live my life, insulted day after day, I tried to commit suicide.
Twenty days ago, our local priest died, murdered by a drunkard days after he counselled me. Unknown to everyone else except my mother and me, that priest was the child who ran away. And that he was my father. This story is for him.