Monday, 6 July 2015

WHEN A SON NEEDS HIS FATHER

"I'm a business boy." he said.

Days after his father left for the Middle East, he thought of a lot of things. One of which is starting a small business. He once told me about the idea and I just nodded. I didn't really entertain the thought that much.

The next day I came home. He came rushing to the door to welcome me with much enthusiasm.

"Ma, I sold my ice pops."

I bought him those ice pops days ago for his consumption, of course. My husband and I stack goodies in the fridge for our dear boy (He's just eight years old). To my surprise, he said he sold them all. I froze.

I never thought he was serious about doing a business. In response to the very shocking turn of events, I brought him to the grocery store the next day and bought him a couple packs of ice pops. We also came across a cardboard with holes and numbers above each. From the holes hang balloons in varied sizes. Whoever wants to buy a balloon needs to pick a number to identify the size of the balloon he/she gets.

"So, you're a businessman huh!", I said as I patted his shoulders.

"I'm a businessboy, ma.", he said with pure innocence glowing in his eyes. "I'm not a man yet, I'm just a boy.", he added.

I told his father about his son's recent inclination to business. He felt pity, instead. I told him he should be proud. Of course, he is proud. Which father wouldn't? I asked my son why he is doing business all of a sudden. His reply tore my heart into pieces.

"So that Papa wouldn't go abroad anymore."

I wasn't able to say a word. There was just silence and my son just returned to his childish plays while I remain glued in my seat.



EYES HERE!

  MOST OF MY BLOGS ARE TRANSFERRED AT  msjeanillec.blogspot.com DO SEARCH IT THERE.