Father

It's so confusing what kind of a relationship a father and a daughter have. Like mine. Well, we don't speak much, especially not when it comes to my feelings, emotions, be it happiness or sadness. We talk abt studies, dinners, food, couriers, plumbing work to be done etc..

Except maybe once or twice. I was 14. I don't remember much but once when I did something wrong, my mum kept screaming and yelling and shouting at me. Nonstop. Dad wasn't home. I knew I did a terrible mistake, and felt very much guilty abt it. I cried and cried. Not speaking a word. My mum cursed me how much ever she could. I was left weeping in the corner of the room. Dad came in the evening. He didn't speak a word either. Like father, like daughter. I don't even remember eating that night. And I barely slept, or rather, I didn't get any sleep that night. Was just lying on the bed like a log.

Next morning, nobody speaks to me yet. I go to school. I come back. Mum looks at me. She says, ''Your father screams at me telling me that you will learn your mistakes. And tells me to leave you alone. How lucky you are to have such a father."

Sometimes, I really wish we spoke like mom and I do. Maybe it would have been better. Maybe not. Whatever it is, I simply love you.