Honor Thy Father 소설 & 이야기

The parent immediately began to wail, and then the young ones responded in discord. “Stop killing yourself like a dead woman!” his father barked, trying to hide his confusion behind sternness. - We do not give for death, for teaching. Comes back better than it was. Do not Cry. You will eat and sleep on gold, fool. You have been given such an honor.

"I know the sort of thing you mean. And trust me, there's nothing wrong with it." "Are you sure, Father?" She said slowly. "It felt... sinful." "Oh no, no no no, not at all. After all, this is your father we're talking about. Surely you don't think your father would do anything sinful?" "Well, no, I guess not." "And doesn't the Bible say, 'honor thy father', my child?"

“So when you're complaining about your father, remember you're becoming like him.” “You're mistaken,” A hoarse, disbelieving laugh burst out from me. I stood, strolling to the window. My hands were in my pants as I stared at the cloud from the line of the window. “Becoming. Don't you think it's a too-strong word to use? Don't you think so?” I turned slightly in his direction before staring back at the window matrimonial home.”My father not only dishonored the woman who gave birth to me but also brought women and slaves into her matrimonial home a year after she died."

He’d been on a fucking mission! My father studied Osiris for a long moment, then nodded curtly. “Speak.”

The whispers of doubt and fear are replaced by a crescendo of pride as they recite the oath, their voices strong and clear. "I, Michael Rossi," he begins, his gaze never leaving mine, "swear to uphold the honor of our Family, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and to lead with wisdom and courage." His voice is a testament to his father's legacy, a promise of continuity in the face of change.

When the sharp knife pressed against my neck, I saw the panicked look on Grandma's face. "Move aside!" Edgar roared, his voice so loud that it nearly pierced my eardrums. I called out "Daddy" in a trembling voice, but he snapped hoarsely as if he'd been stung. "Don't call me 'Daddy!'" Grandma watched all of this, barely able to breathe. "Edgar, that is your own son!" Edgar trembled and cried out, "This is all your fault! You're the one who drove me to this!"

I felt my heart get heavy, I’ve been on my own for a while now and after everything I’ve put my father through I was surprised he wanted to help me. Flashback My phone rang, I saw it was my father. He hasn’t called me in a while, “Hey Dad what’s up?” “Kay, are you fucking kidding me. Do you have something you need to say?” I shook my head, I didn’t exactly know what he was talking about. “I’m sorry dad, I don’t exactly know what you are talking about?” “I got a call from my credit card company, the card I gave you for emergencies and emergencies only has been maxed out!”

I stop myself before I do such a crazy thing, but the moan escapes my lips that moment before I can stop. My legs grow weak. I force them up with my strength. I am not about to let him win this. “I’m not a little bad girl William, and if I am then I’m certainly not yours.” I bite out at him. I see pain flash over his eyes as he lets me go and I unglue myself from the door. He turns back and as he steps away from me, he speaks, “What happened to ‘honour your father, mother, and elders’?”

“Easy.” “I’m fine,” my voice comes out rougher than I intended. “You sure?” “Yeah.” No but I nod anyway. Dad folds one of the documents neatly before looking at me again, more carefully this time. “You know,” he says slowly, “after everything with your mother, I learned something important.” I glance up. He rarely talks about Mom in the mornings. “You can usually tell how serious a man is by consistency,” he continues. “Not charm. Not gifts. Consistency.”

“I don’t hate her anymore. I just woke up. I gave her three years, and she stomped on my honor again and again. I couldn't keep watching her and her boy toy put on a show for me.” My father stood and walked to the window. “You did the right thing,” he said. “A man can forgive many things. Betrayal is not one of them.” “Especially from his wife.” “Now you’re back.” My father turned to face me. “Ready for a new start?” I looked around the room. The walls were lined with portraits of the Scott dons. Legends, all of them. They built the family’s honor with their wits and their courage.