Father's belt hangs on the wall: a remembrance. I recall its pain when wielded for some small infraction while he was in his cups.
That changed one day. I was fourteen, and large for my age. My father started to strike me with the belt. I pushed him away; he stumbled and fell, and I gave him a harsh look. His face turned chalk white in fear.
He went about the house emptying all his bottles of hard drink. He was a changed man, and loved me fiercely until his passing.
As I shall love him until mine.
That changed one day. I was fourteen, and large for my age. My father started to strike me with the belt. I pushed him away; he stumbled and fell, and I gave him a harsh look. His face turned chalk white in fear.
He went about the house emptying all his bottles of hard drink. He was a changed man, and loved me fiercely until his passing.
As I shall love him until mine.
