I was surprised when my dad called me and asked whether I wanted dinner. He rarely did that. I got me thinking, maybe there’s not much to hate about this man after all. Maybe if I just go to know him better. Who knows?
But sometimes things are just to good to be true.
As I was just finishing up the mixed rice he bought me he shot me a question.
“Do you want to spend the rest of your life like this. You are useless you know that”
So are you, I said in my mind.
I have been staying at home a lot lately, working. But he thinks I’m spending all this time in front of the computer rotting away.
I remember a time when I went out a lot and he asked why I didn’t I come back enough. Now that I’m at home, Im staying in too much? Sometimes I don’t know whats goes on in his sick twisted mind.
It still surprises me how I keep all this anger and frustration inside. With my dad, its always the case of why bother.
I wish he didn’t have to stay with me. I can’t stand seeing him live his lonely pitiful life.
