Romans & histoires You Have Forgotten The Face Of Your Father

The airport was stacked with people coming and going. Some are saying welcome, and the others saying goodbye. Few got this huge smile on their face, and others got a sad goodbye smile on their face. I observed it. I've always been an excellent observer. Almost every moment caught by my eyes, I remembered. Some of them are pleasant, some were not. But everyone has a flaw. Mine is my father. I remembered him. Every. Single. Thing. About him. His face, his voice, his habit, even his favorite clothes. What I can't remember is his name. I couldn't for the life of me remember it. I don't know why, or how. It just seems impossible to me.

I growl in his face. “It was a long time ago Matteo! I was there and I saw it all happen! You should move on from it and stop punishing yourself.” His voice laced with pity and that riles me up. I chuckle dryly as I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip. “How could I forget about something like that? Why would you demand that I forget when we both know that it still lives fresh in your memory? Isn’t that why you sit in that garden every night to sulk? Because you couldn’t protect your own? Because you were far too weak and you watched as your world crumbled around you? Tell me Ernesto!” Father’s palm comes down hard on the side of my face, causing my head to fall to the side.

That perhaps I deserved some of her anger. But hearing Sylvester say it so bluntly made something shift inside me. Maybe I really hadn't deserved any of it. I nodded quietly and looked away. I didn't want to talk about my mother anymore. The subject alone exhausted me. Instead, I wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks and forced myself to continue. "The thing is.," My fingers twisted nervously together. "I can't even remember my father's face," A sad smile crossed my lips. "But I know he was awful. So when everything happened tonight... when that man grabbed me.," My voice faltered. "I just froze,"

I couldn't deny the smile on his face as I said these words. “Well I never got to experience the love of my father” I chuckled, as he was shocked at my words. “Why…. Wait, what did you just say?” I knew that I had gone too attached to this conversation that I was about to blow my cover. “I said I never got to experience the love of my father, knowing that he died at an early age” I hissed violently. “You just talked about your father which I know you've forgotten about him, but I guess you just remembered him, which is a good incentive that you could get your memories back in a short time” he divulged,

Chelsea For one whole minute when my eyes opened I was totally oblivious to everything that, had happened the night before. I actually smiled. And that’s when it hit me. My father was dead. Like a freight train, it overcame me, a sob tearing its way out of my lips. My father was dead and I had forgotten. I had woken up and smiled because I was in a bed that smelt of Wicked. What kind of daughter did that make me? What kind of lousy ass daughter?

I whispered, turning back to my father. His eyes filled up with tears but they weren’t tears of recognition. They were tears of not knowing, of frustration and fear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I should remember you, but I don’t.” He added and that moment, something inside me cracked. Lowering myself on the bed, I took his hand in mine, my fingers trembling as they curled around his. “It’s okay,” I whispered, though it wasn’t. “I’ll remind you.” “Are you sure you can handle this?" The physician asked, alternating his gaze from father to me.

Tazaana replied. "Where is your father now?" Gael asked. "When I was 4 years old, my father and mother died in a car accident. But their bodies were not found." Tazaana answered. "Do you remember your father's face? Gael asked. Tazaana was silent, and then she realize that she did not remember her father's face at all except her mother. "I don't remember my father's face, except my mother's?" Gael came closer to Tazaana and placed his hand on Tazaana's head. There was a sparkling light coming out. Gael frowned, and pulled his hand away and said.

He left a lot of wounds in his heart. Why not remember her mother? The same. She remembers that her mother is also sick. He was just a child who didn’t understand anything. He always had great hopes for his father. She always wished to have a man like her father, even when she was young and feeling pain. She still hoped her father would come on his birthday, but in fact he did not. He always forgets or pretends to forget. He does not want to know anymore. He cried until his grandmother cried. “Casy, hello?” He stumbled out of his mind, conscious for a moment.

i can say sorry for my language, but it wouldn’t be sincere because it's from my hearth all those curse words came. Secondly, our father doesn’t recognise us, his own children. Without any treatment he had started losing his memory thereby becoming an amnesia, he was so thin and fragile. Lastly, our own family was driving us out of their house at 1 am in the evening. My youngest sister was 3 and eldest 12 yrs old. We cried, i don’t know about my sisters but even when the death of our father was announced i didn’t cry as i cry that famous day at 1am at night. " Na when problem de come say you know ya real friends" as We say in pigin

And agonize I did. I wondered what exactly Jax had meant by that. Did he appreciate me as friends? Or was it something more? I was so confused. I had to admit that the past few days had been amazing with him. But I felt a sense of foreboding, like something was going to come and ruin everything. And I was right. My dad called me a few days after Jax’s cryptic words, and his first words were, “So you forgot me, huh? Went to the big city and forgot that you had a father you owe everything back here.”