if u r father scold u about u r studies write a dairy entry
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Explanation:
Dear Diary:
This morning my doorbell rang — at 4am.
Highly unusual so I looked out the peep hole. Dad was standing there, smoking a cigarette in the fluorescent light of the breezeway. The light glared off his glasses. The light combined with my sleepiness lent a white, glowing appearance of his T-shirt.
I fought with myself to go back to bed or to open the door.
Despite having not seen or heard from him in over 10 years, he seemed to have not aged at all. My curiosity got the best of me so I opened the door.
The smell of cigarette smoke was overpowering as I croaked, “Hi” and waved my hand through the air to dissipate the smokiness.
He frowned at me, his mustache and his eyebrows giving him the aspect of Yosemite Sam. All he needed was the over-sized hat.
He pointed one of his short, stubby, grease-stained fingers up at me and scolded me for spending so much time with friends in high school… some 35 years too late? He went on to say that friends had made me ‘settle’ and I could’ve been so much more.
He might be right or he might be wrong. Neither of us will likely ever know.
I lied and told him he was right because he seemed a bit displeased.
I thought that maybe he was drunk again but, no — if he’d been drunk, he wouldn’t have even been standing up.
Despite how much I disliked him, I still loved him. I wanted to just hug him and thank him for the late advice and send him on his way. But, instead, I invited him in. It had been 10+ years, after all.
We had a nice chat after we talked about why he scolded me for something I couldn’t change. Because: Missing time machine.
Turns out, he’s the one who had stolen it. He had gone forward to “now” (my future from his perspective) to see what I had become. He didn’t like it apparently.
So, now, as I hear him struggling with his restraints, I’m forced to ponder: Do I let him go and hope he doesn’t try to change my past? If he does, do I cease to be as I am now?
I can’t take that risk.
So, here he stays until he tells me where the time machine is. I need to stop him from showing up somehow, because… it is against my being to have to kill him to preserve my present. Maybe some sodium pentathol will loosen his lips…
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