An original story about father love his family
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Once upon a time there was a father who had a son. This son was very precious to the father. Before he was born, the father counted the days till his birth. The father imagined all the days they would spend together laughing, playing, walking along the fields and parks. The father imagined the long talks they would have about life as the son grew up and would have the questions according to his age. The father dreamed about the time that his son would grow into a man and resemble all that the father hoped and dreamed for him.
The father rejoiced when he saw his son born. There was not a soul he didn’t tell about his wonderful birth and how excited and blessed he was to have the best looking son. As he looked into his child’s eyes, he could see his future: full of hope and dreams yet to be fulfilled. He saw the hardship that would shape his son and give him the fortitude to navigate life. He saw in that precious bundle of joy a gift of relationship that is beyond words. He watched his son grow and walk his first step, pick up his first leaf, question his first “why” about the things around him. The father enjoyed the fixed eyes of his son to himself as the son trusted his father with every step, every emotion of growing up. The father knew that if the son trusted him, the son would grow big and strong and wise and full of life.
The father knew there were other sons from other fathers, and hoped that his son would play and share their experiences with these other sons so they could share in the love that the father and son had for one another. But the father hoped that the son would not learn the ways of the other sons, and want to be like them. His hope was that the son would show the other sons about their relationship. The father trusted the son and the son trusted the father.
Every day, the father missed the son the moment the son went off to play with the other sons. Their relationship was special and he looked forward anticipating the moment of his return. But as time grew on, the son would stay longer and longer… The father was always there, at the same place and same time to pick up the son from his time with the other sons, but the son came back later and later… Still the father waited.
When the son returned, the son would share about all their adventures. About the hills and valleys they would run and play in, about the shells and the sand they would find by the sea, and about the conversations they would have together as sons growing up with different fathers. Comparing notes and seeing similarities. The son would talk to the father about the differences in the sons. The son would climb up into the father’s arms and they would talk for hours about the similarities and differences. The son would ask questions and the father would explain in ways he hope would calm the curiosity of the son to seek after the other sons. But in his love, the father wanted his son to learn to make wise decisions. He wanted to give him the freedom to choose to keep in the guidance and protection that he had or to venture out to see the other side and then to return to his home. The son would stay longer and longer… Still the father waited.
One day while the father waited for his son to return, the sun set and darkness came. The son had never stayed out so long, and the father began to worry. He trusted his son, but knew that the son was more and more curious about the others sons and their fathers. As the stars began to appear brighter and brighter, the father continued to wait for the son. He began to worry for his safety. He wondered if he should stay that their meeting place or should he go and look for his son…