Showing posts with label father. Show all posts
Showing posts with label father. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Son's Love - Towards his Mother
“I did that because my father makes my mother cry.”
That was what a 14 year old student told me when asked about his behavior in school.
He was a student in this school from Form 1. He is now in Form 2. He was then a very obedient and intelligent boy. Respect the teachers. vHe never go against the school rules. Always abide by the rules. Was a model student in the school.
Suddenly, he changed. He played truant, he verbally abused his friends and teachers. Never did his homework on time, making noise in class, got into fights with his friends.
When I asked him why he changed his behaviour, he only said that its all because my father made my mother cry.
“What did your father do that make your mother cry?”
“Teacher, before, we were a very happy family. My father is a very successful man. He got lots of money.”
“We always go overseas for our family holidays.”
“I’ve been to Los Angeles Disneyland, we had a good time there. I‘ve been to the Universal Studios, Grand Canyon, San Diego , Paris, London, Hong Kong etc.”
“We also went to Australia three times a year to visit my brother in Perth, my sisters in Sydney and my cousin in Adelaide.”
“My mother was a very happy woman. With lots of money she can shopped to her hearts content. When my mother is happy, we, the children will be happy too.”
“Although I can have what I want, I still think of the others especially the under privileged. I thank God for what He had blessed us with.”
“I respected my father. My bothers and sisters also respected him. We think highly of him. A successful man in business.”
“But one day, he left his thumb drive on the dinner table, we thought it belonged to our cousin who spend the night at our house. We wanted to play a prank on him with his thumb drive without realizing it was my father’s.”
CIKGUTANYA: I will continue tomorrow. My son and niece wanted to go shopping at the retail store. Update later...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The Transvestite
I have a friend. A transvestite. He is a nice and jovial person
One day, out of curiosity, I asked him personally, “What make you turn into a transvestite?”
“It happened when I was 6 years old. My parents opened up a stall selling food for breakfast and lunch. They don’t have a maid to help care for me.”
“Everything was done by my father and mother. From marketing, cooking and selling. They will be at the stall from six in the morning till afternoon about two pm.”
“I was born when my parent were 48 years old. Accident child. All my sisters and brothers were married and have their own home, so I am the only child at home.”
“At the back of our house, my father built an extension to the house. Two rooms and a bathroom. He rented it to a man running a grocery shop at the village. He was then 35.“
“My parents trusted him so much. Every morning they will leave me with the man and he will take me to his grocery shop at 8.30 am.”
“In the shop I will be at the back of the shop either playing alone or doing my homework. At noon, I walked to school and be there till six pm. I will go home after six pm and my mother and father will be home by then.”
“My sexual awakening was by this man. My father and mother trusted him and never suspected anything, and to me, what he did was just a way of showing that he cares for me”
CIKGUTANYA: Please think of what will happen next. Bubye!
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