Narration of his silence

Weeping, his silence narrating the story with his Daddy, my man stood in a corner

Almost six feet tall, but there I see through him.. a baby, a toddler

That once held his Daddy’s hands running around him back and forth, calling out his name

I saw that little boy with his backpack, now going to school, still holding his Daddy’s finger, to come first Daddy’d remind him time and again should be his aim..

That teenager I saw now, when during his school years might’ve been distracted & wouldn’t have done his best, or better than his ‘neighbor’

Hiding his report card now, not making an eye contact, would lay down by Daddy’s side pretending nothing happened, but with his silence Daddy’d 100% decipher

That something wasn’t right.. Daddy’d find out in no time

& that young boy then would be sorry for not revealing earlier & promise his daddy to meet his expectations, compete with the world and not let on his bright career any grime!

I saw that determined young man now going to medical school

To be a physician, fulfilling his Daddy’s wish and his, serving night and day, people in areas urban and rural

In the corner stood my man, wiping his tears, I could see through his childhood, adulthood, his life until now

Daddy’s blessings, his discipline and motivation, my man’s struggles had been his every moment how

How Daddy rightfully took pride in his son, for those years since he was born, until he was an adult, a successful physician earning… Daddy was solely responsible in his making

Why then he left him here today, the baby, the toddler, the little boy, the teenager, the adult son, my man.. narrating his Daddy’s story with his silence…in a corner now, standing here weeping

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