Drama · Family · Prompt/Challenge Response · Slice of Life

Stranger

b3kgcpf50y

My father was a kind man – or so I’ve been told.

Hard to say for certain, though, since he’s almost never around.

Mom had said over and over (I can quote her in my sleep) that I shouldn’t resent his absence. After all, he was only doing his duty, and he was doing a darn good job at providing us a life of luxury. But I barely ever saw him growing up, because those were the years before the comforts of video calling were within reach.

Every time he came home, I saw a stranger from a faraway land.

He showered us with presents and treats, of course. Mom would get an Hermès or something just as fancy. My sisters would receive Chanels. I’d have a shiny new gadget. We’d go on posh family vacations then visit our relatives and friends to tell them all about it, because why not?

Then poof, he’d be gone. Again. Back on the road to el dorado.

And I’d be waiting, not for his return, but for the time when he no longer has to leave.

 

via Daily Prompt: Waiting


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Stranger

    1. Thank you 🙂 Actually, this isn’t my story… I got inspired to write this after I heard a radio drama about overseas workers while in a cab on the way to an appointment. It was a short drama and I didn’t even get to finish it, but it left me thinking about the situation. Unfortunately where I’m from, it’s all too common for parents to work overseas to be more stable financially…

      Like

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s