Once upon a time, long before this was a cliche and the world believed in fairytales, there live a girl with an inquisitive mind. She would sit and think and discuss and rethink and say, “I want to know everything. I want to understand the theory of everything.”
Alas, her parents despaired because such behaviour would not result in a fairytale ending for their daughter; that she would be a failure.
One day, a prince of sorts arrived at their doorstop bringing promises of love and children for their daughter. The parents rejoiced, convinced that she was to be saved.
Their daughter did not rejoice because she did not want love and children, she wanted to understand the theory of everything and so she refused him.
Once again, the parents despaired, convinced that no one would want a girl who would sit and think and discuss and rethink.
To their surprise, many more young princes (of sorts) would arrive on their doorstop promising love and children. To their greater surprise, she would always turn them away until one day, a young man with wild hair came to their door and did not promise love and children.
“Well,” asked the father, “what do you offer her?”
“I promise to let her sit and think and discuss and rethink for I too want to know the theory of everything.”
And to no one’s surprise but her parents’, she agreed.
Their’s was a happy life where they would sit and think and discuss and rethink the theory of everything until she had the baby. Now, her life was taken up with wanting to sit and think and discuss and rethink but never having the time to do so.
She then had another child.
And then she had another child.
And while her days became full of small hands and small demands with jammy kisses and hugs, his days remained full of thoughts and discussions.
He and his thoughts became famous and he traveled the world.
“What a success she has become,” everyone said, “she has three children and a famous husband.”
One day, she received a letter from her husband telling her that he was leaving her for a woman who would sit and think and discuss and rethink and had no desire for children.
“She has been betrayed!” Her parents cried.
At last she sat and she thought, “I was betrayed long, long time ago.”
By Ca Venz.
what particularly did you like in the post about my Dad?
I loved the photograph and how you represented the realisation that your father had an entire life/adventure prior to your being born of which you were unaware. I think it is indicative that the parents we think we know and love have facets from their lives we sometimes underestimate.
I was fortunate to be able to have a photo and diary entry to tie together with his brief case and the glasses he was wearing on that day. Thank you so much for answering my query, blogging can sometimes be a lonely sport. Lol