Fathers play a vital role in every child’s life. I grew up without a father, and there were times when I wondered if things would have turned out differently if he had been present. But I am grateful to my mother for a job well done. She had been a strong pillar of strength to date. I think I’ve talked a lot about my father, and you can check here some of the things I have written about him. In today’s post, I tried to write a short story that got inspired by Taku’s story about a woman who left her spouse because they had drifted apart. I found the story so relatable that I decided to write a story about absent fathers. It is about a father who returns home after a traumatic event that left him depressed and ultimately led to his suicide. All of this was due to his negligence toward his family.
My father came home from work to find the house strangely silent. Apart from me, he had two children who always greeted him with cries, demanding kisses, and warm hugs. Soon after that, they’ll be licking their fingers as he would have bought them all the yummy, delectable candy from the candy shop. However, it was different on this particular afternoon!! He looked fatigued as he unfastened his tie and set his laptop bag on the table. “Sweetheart!” he called into the house, hopeful. ‘Daddy is back home, guys!! No response!! He called again, this time louder. Still no response. The silence in the house was the first thing that struck him; it was so strange. He murmured to himself,”‘You guys should answer me now”‘ “This is no longer fun.” He dashed upstairs to check all of the rooms, but the house was as still as a tin. His headache was practically gone. He dialed his wife’s number, but it went straight to voice mail. He dialed his wife’s best friend. She responded. ‘Hi Jane, Are you with my wife and children at your house? “They’re not at home, and they’re not likely to be out this time unless they’re with me.” No way! “What! No way! They are not here! Listen, something’s happened here. You may perhaps need to come to my house.” “I’ll be right there.” Jane rushed to my father’s house. As she arrived, my father looked like he had been struck by a truck of cement. He held a handwritten note from his wife with tears streaming down his face. Jane pulled the letter from his grip and read it carefully. She gave him a shoulder without saying anything. He wept like a baby who was crying for his candy. “My wife left me! She took the children with her! “ “What have you done to her?” Jane inquired. “I neglected her! “She tested positive for breast cancer last week, and I never paid attention to her because I was constantly abroad on business trips, trying to provide a good life for her and the kids.” I will never forgive myself for what I’ve done.!! “I’ll never forgive myself for what I did to her,” my father remarked, pointing to a photo of him, my stepmother, and my step-siblings on the wall. “That’s my cue. I will check up on you later.” Jane left. My father was left alone in a mansion that he once shared with his beautiful family. He went upstairs with a rope, climbed through the ceiling, and hanged himself. He had a hard time shaking the whole idea off. That was how his life ended.
I can only emphasize that we should never neglect our families, no matter how busy we may be. Life may get so hectic that we forget to look after ourselves, let alone our family.
Life may get so hectic that we forget to look after ourselves, let alone our family. Make an effort to spend time with your family. Take a break and rest. When you return to action, you will realize that you are more refreshed, restored, renewed, revived, and well-rested to work even harder.
Have you ever become so preoccupied with work that you forgot about your loved ones? During life’s chaos, how do you find time to spend with your loved ones? Let me know your thoughts in the comments area.
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