Returning Home for Christmas

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I was amazed. The house looked exactly like it had done twenty years ago. Now when I finally had got this far I suddenly hesitated. Was I really prepared to meet my father? Could we put all everything behind us and start anew? Could all the prejudice be overcome?

My childhood had not been a happy one since my mother passed away when I was ten. Neither my father nor I did handle it very well. It didn’t help that my father turned more and more discontented. The alcohol certainly didn’t improve the situation. Of course when his son started getting into problem with shop-lifting and other stuff things really started to get ugly. My father’s bad temper and dissatisfaction got worse and worse. However, I don’t think I’d have left home at seventeen if it hadn’t been for the gender issue. Intolerance is a terrible thing. It really can destroy a family.

The first years were terrible. At times I was close to starving. Then I was lucky to find a job with a fashion designer. It turned out I had a flair for the business and after a few years I started my own company. I and my partner through hard work and some luck have turned the company into a quite profitable business. Though we couldn’t have children of our own our two lovely adopted daughters were an added blessing.

Finally I was secure both financially and emotionally. It was time to return to my troubled relationship with my father. Was I ready to try to mend bridges? Was he?

That’s why I was standing outside my old home on Christmas Eve.

Now the question was should I turn back to the car where my family was waiting or should I be brave and go on? Having come so far I decided it would be a cowardly thing to turn back. I rang the bell.

The door opened. I had not expected to see a woman like that opening my father’s door. She just oozed kindness, contentment and understanding.

Finally I understood! Finally I realized the agony he must have suffered. How my rejection must have hurt him! Without any lingering doubts I embraced my sole surviving parent.

”Merry Christmas Mum!”



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