Daddy

“Daddy, wait for me!” the young boy cried out to his father in the middle of an aisle of shoprite.
The dad yelled back, “Come on son, you better hurry,” with a hint of laughter in his voice.
It’s like they were playing tag through the aisle.
A game that would one day grow old along with the child.
But as we all know, the memory will never get old.
Neither will that bond either, the unbreakable bond between father and son.
The friendship will live on forever. As a single father raises his son,
The young boy may take things for granted but as he get older
And he learns about life, he will understand.
That once you have something, you never want to lose it.
You never want anything to get in the way of an old memory.
But one day, the boy sees a woman at the house.
She looks strange and unfamiliar.
Being the young child that he is, he sees no problem.
Just as long as his dad can still play tag in the aisle, cook breakfast every Saturday,
Build snowmen outside in the snow,
Take impossible walks to the beach in the middle of hurricanes,
Talk to each other under the star blanketed sky about old memories of his dad and him.
One day, the boy grows old.
He sees life from new eyes, no longer child’s eyes, but eyes of a youth.
Eyes then of a teenager, of a once young boy and now a growing young man.
Eyes that can see the difference of growing memories to the stop of them.
Can see the destruction of that dad in the aisle of shoprite that he once knew.
The dad that would always be up for an adventure in the middle of the night,
Of a challenge to tackle.
Of a new memory to be created.
Now he sees nothing of that resemblance except for the once great days.
He sees the old memories and the will to create new ones,
But the obstacle in front of creating them.
The obstacle that is personified by this once new lady.
A lady who took reality from his own father.
Who told him he can’t do it, told him he’s not good enough to do it.
Put him down, but tried to win over the love of everyone around that man.
That newly changed man, who is too blind to see the changes he has overcome.
Who has lost touch with his inner single dad,
His inner love,
His inner abilities to do anything he put his mind to,
His abilities to create memories with his growing son.
When this is brought to his attention, he cries in silence.
That once young boy gives up, and so does the father.
The lady feels victorious and the son feels envious.
Envious that she was able to have such control over such emotions,
When he can’t have that same effect,
Over his own father.
Or his own stranger?