#79 A father and the 'other' father!

I have a father and then I had a father after I have the 'other' father!

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A simple tale, I once had father with a mother and a brother and a sister.

We had enough to eat, enough to spend; not to the point of lavishness.

At dinner, we always have a fish, a vegetable and a soup; always enough for everyone.

As times go by, the fish becomes tastier, the vegetable fresher and the soup sweeter; but always it is the same portion, one fish, one vegetable and one soup.

Then came a time when my father decided he had enough of us, and contemplating another family.

So me and my siblings, we still have the same mother, but a different father. We still keep the same surname though.

So nobody thought that we had a new family.

We however , at dinner, we still have fish, vegetable and soup. In fact we now have a bigger fish, vegetable with more leaves, and a soup with more ingredient.

We now have slightly more than enough to eat, still enough to spend and to some point can afford some luxuries.

However despite having surpluses, we are not happy, not contented. Siblings rivalry replaces brotherhood and sisterhood. Envy is the menu for breakfast and jealousy fills the lunch and dinners becomes the appetizer for tomorrow's breakfast!

What was once a handshake and pat to the back is not finger pointing and a stab in the back!

As much as we cherished and treasure this father of ours, he decides that he too want another family.

Perhaps we are better off with another father!

We had a last meal, and alas, it was a sumptuous feast. Food were equally shared and there was abundance to last for days.


For a moment, the yearn for the family of yesteryear made everyone the person they were. Peace were restored but the wounds were deep despite the scars having healed or were perhaps well masked.

As fate would have it, we have another father, this time with a different surname.

The mask fell off and the ugly faces reared itself and now there were no no brother, sister or in fact mother. The only thing on hand and in mind was the fiery yearn for the affection of the 'other' father with a different surname!