my intentions are quite not relevant. I had no qualms about my actions. It's what it is. Been in my position, I think I know best.
My father is a gentle man of the bottle. A man who drinks and thinks about today and not tomorrow. I m absolute surprise on her he got hold of my mother; the onced beauty queen of the then empire of the popular Edwin Johnsons'. Although, he was quite wasted all the time, my father never forget to the road that link him to his home. As a drunk, you do expect him to behave justly,humbly as presumed but his ego wouldn't let him be. Once he comes around the corner walls of our room would know no peace.
I m a boy of tender feelings for my mother. She has really tried. Now her body quake because she has worked more than her body could content. This pressure and torture acts absurdly to the claims that he is my father . How can I present this self-esteem centered man who claims that he is my father to the public. It's really painful. He is a devil...or most perfectly put, he is satanic possessed with the trail of wickedness.
There has been so many evidence that my siblings almost gave up the ghost because of the hunger that lies on their tired stomach. Yet, he still claims that we should give him the respect he deserves.
