The story of a “ghostly” father, translated…
After reading, “The Love of a Father, from the Distance”, the writer said, “for the children, the father’s love is something so distant, and untouchable for us”, it’d touched that deep part of me, actually, there’s a similar situation with my family too, but, it’s also, that part of the truth that I’d dared not touch up on.
From when my two daughters were younger, I’d taken care of them both, trained, taught them on my own, in their growth processes, my husband wasn’t like a strict father, nor was he a kind one, instead, he’d become, this relative that we saw from time to time, someone we’d kept up in touch with. How should I say it? Perhaps, it’s because he was born, without that strong sense of responsibility, didn’t know how to get along with his two daughters, nor did he work hard enough, to connect with my children either. He’d taken the indulgent road in raising our daughters, never asked about them, and still lived his life, as if he were, still, an unmarried, single man; and so, all I can do, was to give more love to my own children, to help make for the lack of the father that they’d needed, but this caused my husband to get displeased.
For a long time, my husband had almost NO connections with my daughter, even how old she is, what major she is in, he’d not had a single clue about. And, my daughters would tell me everything, and not their father. Sometimes, as they saw how closely their friends relate to their fathers, they’d feel envious, and sighed, on how come their father was, so distant, that they’d not had the chance, of feeling that love from their father.
But, the relations in blood is deeply rooted. My youngest works at the super convenience shops, and the store manager would from time to time, tell the workers to take the breads, the coffees, the yogurt drinks that are about to expire home. One day, she’d brought home a loaf of bread, I looked at the labels, it’d passed the expiration date already, and I’d asked her, “It’s already expired, why did you bring it home?”, my daughter told me, “I want to give it to dad to use as bait, I saw how every time he’d gone fishing, he’d used toasts as bait.” Her words had, shocked and moved me at the same time, being ignored by her dad long-term, she’d still willing to, help her own father out, what a kind-hearted child she is! It’s just, that I don’t know if this will make my husband ashamed, or moved even? How I hope, that as a father, he could, show a little more care and concern to his own two daughters.
So, we have here, a negligent father, who’d WAY too immature, who’d deprived his own children of the love that they should be raised around, and this, is still NOT an “isolated incident”, there are, a TON of cases like this, and, all I can say, is that these DEADBEATS will be paying for not loving their young right later on in life, you can MARK my word for it!!!