The day was fast approaching and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Mark, my eight year-old would be celebrating his ninth birthday tomorrow.
He’d asked me repeatedly if mummy would call. I’d smile wanly and change the subject. Anything to deflect the million-dollar question.
I hadn’t seen or spoken to Charlie in months. I could hazard a guess as to her whereabouts through social media but her exact location was a mystery. She hadn’t spoken to Mark in all that time and the rejection broke his little heart. He always asked if she was coming home- and again I’d deflect. I had to do something. Being a single dad had made me quite inventive.
“Happy birthday Tiger!”, I sang . Mark opened his bleary eyes and his face broke out in a grin. His eyes widened at the large box I held in my hands.
“Guess what?” I said excitedly, “Mummy came by early and dropped this off for you. She’s gone travelling again and will be in touch soon.”
As I spoke, he ripped open his present and squealed with delight- it was his favourite action man, complete with accessories.
His eyes shone with tears, “Mummy remembered!”
“Yes she did, ” I smiled, carefully keeping the croak out of my own voice.
I turned away, pretending to tidy up, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes.
– Vivian Zems
The task this week was to compose a tale in which I explored the concept of rejection in whatever way I saw it.
September 29, 2017 at 2:31 am
Tears.
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September 29, 2017 at 7:31 am
I know😯
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September 29, 2017 at 2:49 am
That was quite a gift. Love how he put the kid’s needs first. Powerful story.
Why’d you have the good guy be a single dad?
(Would it have been a less compelling story if it were the more typical single mom?) Hmm…
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September 29, 2017 at 7:31 am
Thanks. Yes, the typical dad story is boring. It’s more shocking, this way
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September 29, 2017 at 3:12 am
Well I liked your response Vivian, and I think this happens more than we probably realise….its so sad when one parent denies the existence of a child….I know this one well as it happens in my family…..thank you for adding your thoughts to this week’s tale weaver.
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September 29, 2017 at 7:30 am
Thanks and my pleasure. An all-too-common issue.
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September 29, 2017 at 1:03 pm
This is so sad!
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September 29, 2017 at 6:50 pm
It is, no?
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September 30, 2017 at 1:39 pm
Very sad! Hmm!
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September 29, 2017 at 2:59 pm
that’s a very beautiful and heartwarming tale!
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September 29, 2017 at 6:08 pm
Thank you!
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September 29, 2017 at 9:07 pm
Wow. What an expression of love, and stark contrast between the parents. That story is so touching and heartbreaking at the same time. Beautiful moving writing, Vivian.
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September 29, 2017 at 10:19 pm
Thank you 🙂
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September 30, 2017 at 1:56 am
What a selfless parent. Lucky Mark to be shielded from the horrors of life. To be allowed to be a child. If only most children were this lucky then this world would be a better place. I love this piece Viv❤.
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September 30, 2017 at 5:50 am
Thank you! Love your comments 😊
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October 4, 2017 at 5:02 am
You are welcome😘
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