The Prodigal Son

By @rubilu11/19/2022hive-168869

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Funny enough among all the questions in this week's engagement concept, this was the one question that my mind was thinking about all day yesterday.

Growing up was the craziest ups and downs for a little boy like me. I was exposed to a lot of stuff by myself. I didn’t listen to a lot of stuff I was warned about and always preferred to see things for myself. Sometimes I had to learn a bitter lesson, at times the lessons I learnt were too bitter but that didn’t change me.

It happened that when I was in Junior high school I dislocated my arm for the second time, the first time was when I was in primary 5. On that day, my dad was not around (he wasn’t at home like in primary), the circumstances leading to what happened was actually a weird one. So when it happened they had to call my dad to come and see things for himself. My arm was broken but I didn’t care as I knew my dad would scold me for breaking my arm for the second time in 2 years .

So obviously when my dad arrived his reaction was not a good one. When my dad did that I don’t know why it triggered something in me but then I didn’t like it 😂. The first taught that came to mind was wait, is this man my Father? I was expecting sympathy, I was expecting him to console me but that wasn’t what happened. What did I expect if I didn’t listen to the advice that they were giving me always. I deserved the scolding and cold treatment for the 5 minutes that I got it.

After that he took me for treatment. To be sincere a lot of things run through my head. I was thinking I will let myself heal from the injury and then I will run away. I had it all planned out.

The first thing I was going to do was write a note down like in movies, pack my things and leave the house. I will try and look for my real parents but to do that I will have to call my fake parents. I wasn’t allowed to use a cell phone at that time so I was going to use one of this toll boot lines. That way they won’t know where I was. My little mind had everything planned out lol😂.

I had the chance to watch all those movies where kids leave home and look for their real parents and all that.

Waiting for my arm to heal didn’t do me any good. It took my arm almost a year to heal and by the that time the idea of running away had left my mind. Did waiting do me good? But I knew if I wanted to leave home in that condition I would suffer.

Well, all that months have made me forget about that idea of me being an adopted child. I literally look like my senior sister. So there’s no way am going to have those thoughts anymore.

This is an entry to the weekend engagement concept by galenkp. If you wanna put in an entry to any of his questions here is the post to know more before posting.

Thank you.

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