RE: Forgive Me
04-18-2016, 09:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-18-2016, 10:41 AM by 2create.)
> Reminisce on the good times, and the bad. Try not to, but find yourself doing so anyway.
I've spent a lot of time with my friends lately. It never crossed my mind to ask my father to go out to the park together for a picnic, or play some games with him. He always seemed to be there forever, so I never felt like there was any urgency to it.
If I'm honest with myself, it might have been because I'm getting older. At my age, one doesn't always get along with their guardians.
Like, when I was home late this one time, he grounded me. Of course I was upset. But at least he was still there for me then.
All I have now is a piece of paper.
I pick myself up, and start walking again. It's not far any more, but there's one last obstacle in my way. The trees make way and reveal the horizon and clouds bathing in the sunset's blood as I trudge along. The path joins up with the road and leads to a solemn looking concrete building.
As I approach the border checkpoint, a voice rings over the clearing. The soldier it belongs to looks tired. He has a holstered rifle on his side, and leans against the concrete structure of the checkpoint.
"Halt! Who goes there and what business do you have?
I've spent a lot of time with my friends lately. It never crossed my mind to ask my father to go out to the park together for a picnic, or play some games with him. He always seemed to be there forever, so I never felt like there was any urgency to it.
If I'm honest with myself, it might have been because I'm getting older. At my age, one doesn't always get along with their guardians.
Like, when I was home late this one time, he grounded me. Of course I was upset. But at least he was still there for me then.
All I have now is a piece of paper.
I pick myself up, and start walking again. It's not far any more, but there's one last obstacle in my way. The trees make way and reveal the horizon and clouds bathing in the sunset's blood as I trudge along. The path joins up with the road and leads to a solemn looking concrete building.
As I approach the border checkpoint, a voice rings over the clearing. The soldier it belongs to looks tired. He has a holstered rifle on his side, and leans against the concrete structure of the checkpoint.
"Halt! Who goes there and what business do you have?