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DREAMER

By A. Rowland

Its my life!! Mine!! My heart sizzled in anger while I shot a furious glare at the arrogant

old man in front of me.

And Im your father!! His voice boomed, louder than mine. My mother stood inbetween, confused on which side she should be standing on. I dont blame her and I

couldnt care less of whom side she would be. For a moment, only the stupid mad entity

before me that matter.The argument began at the point when I said that I want to quit my job to follow my

dream to be a writer. Well, you could say that I was an idiot who walked away from the

path of life to chase my dream and I wouldnt say that youre wrong. However, the choice

is mine and none of others judgment could change my mind.I flicked my eyes to my mother before turning away towards the doorway. I

managed to halt my steps right at the doorway and glanced towards my parents for one last

time before I ventured into a stretching colorless and impeding land outside. My heart

cried, but it didnt reach my throat for them to hear. Bearing sadness inside my chest, Iwent away.

A week passed since I waded on my path of dream. None of my stories waspublished yet, but I never give up. Until one day, I received a phone call from my mother.

My heart was thudding as she told me that my father collapsed at work and now being

admitted into a hospital. Without further hesitation, I went to the hospital immediately.Upon arriving at the hospital, I just sat at the alleyway bench, observing every

people passing by, feeling too afraid to be face to face with my father again. I knew I was

the last person he expected to see. Or maybe, I didnt know what to say to him anymore,

but I know that my heart was dying to see him.Then I saw a familiar face among the crowd in front of me. A loving face that

forgives every wrongdoing and sins done and not one single day goes by without I dreamof that face. She halted as she saw me and quickly strode to my side.Why didnt you come in? She asked as she sat. I just averted my eyes, trying to

figure out the answer that question. She let out a subtle sigh and flicked her eyes away from

my side.Let me tell you a story of a man I knew, very similar to you I frowned and

turned to her.

The one who pulled magic in everything he wrote, the one who never give up his

dream. She smiled and looked at me.But one day, he quitted. Because of his cute little son. Foods must be kept on the

table, so he gave up

A weird sensation of pain struck my chest, melting my heart with regretful sorrow Iwished I shed long time ago.

I guess, an apple doesnt fall far from its tree And she patted my lap tenderly

before getting up and went away.The next day I braved myself and went inside. And on the bed he laid, barely

conscious under all the sufferings. My mother quickly got up on her feet and gave me an

assuring smile before she left us alone in that creepy room. For a moment, only the sound

of the unknown medical equipment filled the air between us.

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Hi dadhow do you feel today? I managed to squeeze the words out of my lips.

He didnt even react and I wasnt sure if he heard me or not.

I strolled closer towards his bed.Yesterday, mom told me a story of a guybut it didnt end well. The guy didnt

get what he wanted because of certain reason he didnt wish others to know. The air still

froze in silence and nothingness.It wasnt supposed to be that way. So, if its even possible, let me continue the

story, resuming the steps where he stopped in pursue for the happy ending

I bit my lips, not knowing what else I should say to him. I guess that was it. So Iturned away and closed my eyes hard before I felt a feeble poke on my back. I twisted my

head towards the old mans eyes and saw the tears he shed for me. And what he said on

that very moment was a piece of words that kept me going and lifted me up again

whenever I fall.Go my sonmake me proud

A year later my story was published, thanks to my agents. My father didnt live

long enough to see that day coming true, hence the first copy was placed on his concrete

cemetery. Everything turned out alright since and I hope somewhere, someplace nice, myfather is proud and smiled down upon the path of dreams I dedicated for him.

THE END