18 July 2012
Dad wasn't like most Dad's, he seemed to have all the time in the world to spend with me, never rushing, he always seemed to understand me even though he didn't agree with some of the things I had done or said, he would just calmly explain the reasons or repercussions of my actions for me to consider any wrong. He was more like an older brother than a Dad most of the time we spent together. To my amazement he would pre-warn me when he needed to fulfil the full-father role should I have overstepped the boundary "I can't be your friend now son, I have to be Dad" he would say, when I use to hear this I knew I was in trouble. Das would always say each time I made a mistake, "we all make mistakes" , always looking away from me, his eyes focusing on a distant place, his fingers repeatedly stroking against a hard surface, the table, the floor or a wall, "what separates us from the others is how we learn from them, and distinguish the difference between right and wrong" This seemed like a simple enough point, but had more meaning than I could understand, seeing as I was still a child no more than three. None-the-less another valid point branded in my young mind for my-forever.
On week days, in the early mornings I would look out from my mother and father's balcony and see all the children walking with their parents going to school, I wasn't allowed to play outside the house or make friends with the village or town kids, I felt this was unfair and continually questioned the motives of my parents. "Mum, Dad, when can I go to school?" see like most parents my mother and father had always said I was special... But something was not quite right, they thought that I wouldn't fit in with the outside world, I had been tutored at home by my father, mother and uncles Peter and John. More so my father who was reluctant to sign me up in a public school or nursery with most of the other kids from the nearby Town. This became more a certainty when he, and my uncles completed erecting a surrounding brick wall that stood over 13ft from the ground; our huge detached 3-bedroom house was like a fortress. Was it to keep me in? Or people out? In my young mind I started to question their motives. When I asked about the wall my mother would just look at my father beaconing a response with her eyes. "it's just to keep any animals out" uncle John replied, much to the satisfaction of my parents.
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