In my memory, the sturdy figure of my father is alive as a man of quiet nature.
In those days, I used to worry that why my parents never shared a bond of love.
Once, my father came tired at night and asked my mother for food. Mother gave him a harsh look and started to complain about his meager income. Her screaming voice frightened me. On that day, I witnessed a great show of my father’s patience.
My father preferred to remain silent.
Later, before going to bed, I placed my head on his broad chest. His clothes smelled of hay. I loved that smell.
In his warm embrace, I felt a strange comfort. He said
“Son, You need not to worry!”
It’s been a long time. Today, I was asked to deliver a motivational speech and explaining myself to my audience, I said
“No job is inferior. It is the man who makes his job superior. I’m known as a renowned business man but few people know that I’m a son of a ‘horse groom’.”
Thanks pricelessjoy of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for this opportunity. It’s a fun way to write a flash fiction and thanks to Scott, author of the blog, Scott’s Place for this beautiful picture.