Personal Narrative: My Son

PERSPECTIVES

The Son:

There was still a lot of pain in the whole of my body and my head was bursting, yet I sat up. The situation was way too awkward to stay lying. My family was gathered up there in the hospital room. My mom, looking as though the whole world had come to an end, my elder sister, still with gallons of water in her eyes and there in the corner, facing the open window, stood my dad. His outer appearance seemed rock solid, like nothing had happened at all, but eighteen years of knowing him told me, he was shattered. I was sure, he never could have thought that I’ll take such a step. He wasn’t looking at me, yet somehow I knew, all that was in his mind was me.

I smiled a little at my mom, and she smiled back. My sister hugged me

A mere 70% was what I had managed whereas the highest fetch had gone up to 97%. “I had tried my best dad!” I fumbled. He looked at me for a few moments and then went out of the room. Tears came running down my cheeks, I knew he hadn’t forgiven me.

I looked at my mom; she cuddled me up and said “We know you did. We’ll take you home soon son, or Piu is going to flood our whole house!” I again shifted my attention towards my sister, the all time fighting machine was actually crying for me! I could not believe the amount of tears she was unloading on the floor. She came near me and punched me on my face lightly. “Ouch!” I said. “You try such things again and I’m going to box both your ears, you stupid!" she said and stormed out of the room still crying. Smiling, my mother followed her, after planting a soft kiss on my forehead with a

The sun seemed more soothing, so I kept looking out. But then, I had to face him. "How are you feeling now?” I asked. "I'll live," said a smiling face. But the voice seemed very distant, and that made me tremble. I couldn’t manage a smile. I looked at him long, “Where did I go wrong?” I had 18 years to look back at. When a trembling voice said, “I had tried my best dad!” I could take no more. I took off, out of the room and into the hallway. My dad had told me once, “When I look at you, I feel proud of myself, for having raised someone who has become a human, capable of standing on his own two feet.” Those feet could take no more, I sat down on the cold wooden bench! Looking at my shaking legs, a desperate heart screamed out, "I need you dad, where are