By Virginia Asenath
‘Please don’t put a lot,’ he said still pleading.
I filled the plate and maintained a straight face. Actually this is how we do daily for him to eat.
He kept eating and complaining at the same time.
‘Table manners. You don’t talk while eating,’ I said and he kept quiet.
After eating I hugged him and placed him on my laps. It’s time to tell him the truth.
‘Darling,’ I called and he looked at me.
I’m so nervous, I don’t know how he will react.
I looked and Martin and he winked at me.
‘He is….,’ I started but couldn’t comprehend a full sentence. Roy was just staring at me.
‘He is your dad,’ I said and he stared at me with an expressionless face.
He looked at me and back to him several times before speaking.
‘He is the one who went to look for money?’ he asked with no expression.
I nodded and he left my lap.
‘How much did you make?’ he asked facing Martin.
‘I’m sorry, I never wanted to leave,’ Martin said.
I saw tears his eyes and he ran upstairs. I tried calling him but he didn’t stop.
Martin stood and wanted to follow him but I stopped him.
‘Let me talk to him,’ I said and went after him. I got to his door but it was locked.
I knocked but he didn’t answer.
By Virginia Asenath
‘Open the door please,’
‘I don’t want to see anybody,’
‘I’m not anybody. We always go through everything together, remember?’
He was silent for a while before opening the door. I got inside and he was crying. Seeing him crying broke my heart.
‘Don’t cry everything will be fine,’ I said rubbing him on the back while he sobbed.
‘Why did he come back?’
‘He came back for you,’
‘Why now?’ Where was he when my schoolmates embarrassed me just because I had a single mum?’
He asked and I could help myself as the tears I was fighting back got there way out. He was in pain. I had forgiven Martin but the Roy I know, is a hard type.
‘Will you forgive him?’
‘Mum, I can’t. He isn’t even my dad,’
‘You look alike,’
‘That isn’t a guarantee that he is my dad. Maybe he was always around you when you were pregnant and transferred his looks to me,’ he said and I couldn’t help but laugh.
‘Listen to him, maybe you will find a place to forgive him,’
‘Will he tell me the truth?’
‘Mum, please. He didn’t leave us because of money,’
‘Okay, then promise you will listen and not be rude. He is still your father,’ I said and be nodded.
I carried him back downstairs and Martin had his head covered in his hands.