Who took my money?

The first minute I knew that my Dad is home, I dropped whatever I was doing with whoever I was with. That man owes me, not in rands but in pounds. I want my money, I need it.

“Dad, I know it`s you who took my money. I need it back, whatever is left is fine.”

He laughed, “Nice try. You know you remind me of your late brother back in his days.”

And then? You hardly know me, how is it you compare me with my brother? You don’t know us- me, for that matter.

Serious as I was, I didn’t smile back, “My money, Dad!”

“My son…I,” he said

“My money, where is it?”

“Mind how you talk to me, son. I`m your father.”

I gave him a look. He should have seen himself. For a moment his right, he`s my father, not Dad. I don’t have a Dad; and a mom for that matter. They are my parents- mother and father. Someone should tell them what Mom and Dad is.

“I lost your money- all of it.”

“WHAT?!” I said, for that moment I almost lost i