I am 12.
“Hey, wake up, wake up” I heard this sound.
I opened my eyes; it is my dad. What is it dad? I asked him.
He is asking me to come with him. I am in half sleep, but dad is not giving up. So, I am getting out of my bed to go with him. It is 5 am in the morning. I am wondering what he is up to.
He started his bike HERO HONDA and told me to get on it. He is telling me to hold this fishing rod. It looks like we are on our way to a lake.
“Dad, why suddenly you want to go for fishing?” I asked him.
He is smiling, then he told me, “not everything needs a plan to
start, sometimes we better listen our instincts”.
I and my dad, traveling at a speed of 46 km/hr. It is an empty road; the path looks like it has no end point. I hugged my dad tightly and it is very cold as it is early morning. Suddenly he asked me a question, “son, what do you want to become?”.
“Dad, not now” I told him. But he is not giving up, he told me,
“it is okay, just tell me go on”.
I have no other way,
“dad, I want to become like you” I told him.He laughs,
Then he asked me, “Like me? Why? What did you find so special about me that made you want to become like me?”
“because whenever I see you, you always look very happy, that’s why dad” I told him.
A sudden silent in my dad, I am seeing a smile with pain, it is new to me.
“dad, what happened? Did I say anything wrong?” I asked him.
“No, it is nothing” he told me, but he is not with me now, something is having him somewhere. His past, I am wondering what he had gone through. The silence continued.
After 20 minutes, we reached our destination. As I said, it is a
lake.We got ourselves comfortable, dad threw his fishing rod’s rope
in lake. I sat beside him and snuggled my head on his side. It is
so warming; he looks at me with a bliss smile and I am sure now it is him.
No one is here except us. I closed my eyes for no reason.
“Hey, hey, look over there” it is my dad. “What now dad?”.
It is a sunrise, and this is the first time I am seeing it. It looks like it is peeping us, but as we saw it, now it has no other way but to come out and confront us.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” my dad asked me.
“Yeah, dad it is mesmerizing, but dad have not you ever seen it
before?” I asked him.
“I did see this a lot of times, but with you this is my first time
and I don’t know why, this time it feels like this is the first time
I am seeing a real sunrise” he told me this.
Then suddenly something drags my dad’s fishing rod. It looks
like he caught one, he went a little backward to get that out. He
is rolling the rope over.
Finally, it came out and it is a little one.I am so happy that my dad really caught it. Now it is dying but
we are having a small bucket with water. So, my dad immediately removed the hook from its mouth and put this little one in the bucket. Now it is good.I am trying to play with it by touching it and blocking it in the
corner. It gives me some kind of bliss.
But it looks like my dad winded up his fishing work.
“dad, is that all?” I asked him.
“yeah, that’s all” he told me.
“but dad, what are we going to do with this only one fish?” I questioned him.
“let it go to where it came from” he told me.
“dad, what are you really saying, then why did we catch this?” I
asked him.
“come here son, you are happy because we caught this, as you
can see it is a little cute one, I am afraid that his father would be
looking for him by now, I know he has no idea where his son is now, the fear he will have if he come to know that he is no more that fears me, forget it, you are going to understand nothing, I
just wanted to do some unplanned things with you, that’s why we came here, so we better we give its freedom back to him” he told me this.As my dad told me, I let the fish go.
Then we packed our things up, now it is time for us to go home.
It is 7 am.On our way to home, my dad stopped by a tea stall.
“son, coffee or tea?” he asked me.
“hot milk” I replied.
“you are right, don’t drink tea at all, not because it is harm to our
health, because I believe tea addiction has no rehab” he told me.
I think he loves drinking tea. But he could have been a little
straightforward.Now again we are off to our home.I don’t think it is so special day for me but for him it is yes.
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I am 37.
“Hey, wake up, wake up”
“What is it dad?” my son asked me.
“I want you to come with me now” I told him. “dad, it is 5 in the morning, what so important?” my son questioned me. “now we are going to go for fishing, so just come on, get out of the bed, hurry up” I told him.
He is still in his half sleep.
I am also having a YAMAHA FZ bike. But it is not an old one.I gave a fishing equipment to my son to hold it.
I and my son, we are off to the same lake where my dad and I
went to.I think he is feeling so cold, that’s why he is hugging me tightly.
He looks it is so comfortable if he hugs me, but the truth is, I feel so warm if he hugs me.
The same empty road, but this time the path doesn’t look like it
has no end point. Everything has an end, I realized this after I lost one of my life. After 20 minutes,we reached our destination point.
No one is here except I and my son.
He is not full of energy as I woke him up so early. “son come on let’s sit here” I told him. He sat beside me, but he wants to lean on me as I did back then.
I threw my fishing rod’s rope in the lake, and now I am waiting something to be caught in my hook.
“dad just look over there, dad it is very beautiful, wow, dad it is sun rise, this is the first time I am seeing it dad” he told me.“yeah it is beautiful” I told him.
But this time I am not looking at sunrise, I am seeing my son,
the way he wonders. “dad, have not you ever seen a sunrise before?” he asked me.“yeah, I did, but now it looks more beautiful than ever it did” I
told him.
30 minutes passed,
We caught nothing, “son, shall we go home?” I asked him.
“okay, dad, let’s go” he replied.
We packed our things up, and now we are ready to off.
“son, what do you want to become?” I asked him.
“I don’t know dad, but I want to be happy as you” he told me.
Happy as me? A thought in my mind.
The same answer I told to my dad.
Now I can understand why my dad smiled that day when I said I
want to become like him. At that time, I didn’t know what poor, jealous, pain, lost, life, meaning, love, death, true desire is.
But now, I can understand most of it.
When I was a child,
I wanted to learn bicycling, wanted to learn swimming, wanted
to get more marks, wanted to play every day, wanted to eat
chocolates, biscuits, ice cream, wanted to visit grandmother
house, wanted TV most of time to watch cartoons, wanted to
have more snack’s than my brother’s, wanted to hit some guys
to prove I am the strongest, wanted to wear new dress at every
occasion, wanted to ride on father’s shoulder, wanted to become
a super hero, wanted to born in cartoon world and there is still a
lot.
Now just look at us,
Running after money, love, fame, power.
I think we need to stop, we are not even sure that we will see
next day dawn. All we have is now.
If anyone thinks he is alone then he must be stupid.
At 12
My dad is everything to me.
At 37
My son is everything to me.
“choose to live alone is not a good option when you have
something called family”
I am not going to advise you anything. But,We, better live today.
“After world is neither real nor fake, it is hope”
Do you know what I want now?
All I just want is, my father to wake me up so we can go to see
sunrise once again.
“sometimes you don’t need words to understand something,
you just need time”.
Now back to our story,
I and my son are on our way home.
But I am feeling like something is missing,
What is it? What is it?
Yeah, I got it.
It is tea.
So, I stopped by a tea stall.
“son do you want coffee or tea?” I asked him.
“hot chocolate” he told me.
“not a problem unless if it is a tea, because there is no rehab for
tea addiction” I told him with a smile.
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Kudos on writing your first ever story to Reedsy!! I could feel the love and warmth between the father-son duo. Well done on the parallels too, However, there were some grammatical errors so you might want to watch out next time. Also, I’m wondering how this story ties back to the prompt. Do you intend to say going after materialistic things is like planning one’s defeat if it’s chosen over happiness?
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As you can see I am not good at writing. I was in need of money. I thought why don't we write an ebook and sell it in kindle. That's why I wrote this story, but no sales on Kindle. So I shared it here. I have another story also, that also might have grammatical errors. It was really a good story. But the way I write it may not be good. If you wish to edit my another to make my ebook as if it was written by a pro then please tell me. Even if you don't want to edit, atleast read that story.😄
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If you submit it on Reedsy, I can read. To become better - read Reedsy winners. Try writing stories for the prompts and you can get a series. Even if not kindle, you can see Medium blogs and get paid.
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