"I've been feeling fairly uneven lately Doctor," I began my empathy oration, "I just have days where I don't feel well and others where I feel fine, and I tend to be moody, it just happened over the past year or so since my parents split up."
"Mmhmm, well Kyle, I've studied your exams and it appears you have a defect in your cerebellum which is causing your thoughts to strain."
"How could this happen, I haven't changed anything?"
"It's a side effect of smoking, your parent's smoke?
"Well, yea my dad had been, that's probably what caused this," I raised my voice and turned pale, "That no good bastard, I always despised his habits, I'm glad my mom broke up with that scumbag!"
"Whoa whoa Kyle Kyle, it's okay buddy, settle down."
"Why should I settle down? Huh! I gotta go doc, thanks for the help!" I stormed out of the office and ran to my car and it hit me like a ton of bricks that I deeply hated my father. Not just because of the condition he inflicted on me, but because of his lack of caring for me or ever being their when it mattered. I drove home to my mother and told her the news, her eyes swelled up with tears and she grasped me into her chest. She squealed, "Kyle, I'll always love you, and I'm sorry you've had to grow up with that joke of a father."
"I love you too mom."
I may have lost part of my brain function, but the sacrifice is well worth my mom's love.
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