Philophile

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Inactive hunched in the face of the doorway, watching Mark-Paul who's moving afar. Teardrops were falling in pace down my face and rippling swiftly to the floor. My breath shut and I couldn't move. I felt that there was a dagger injected into my heart and cut my blood pump to pieces.

Wrapped with great sorrow and pain, I cried gravely. My body was knocked down on the floor, smooched it fearfully. Tears plunging depressed on the ground - they scrubbed my face. Subsequently, I saw those blinking stars were smiling at me joyfully. They're laughing, teasing, and fooling around me. I screamed in pain. I cried seriously. Mark-Paul has gone and it had suppressed me candidly. It was painful. I whimpered over my untamed biosphere anguished and alone.

Memories of Mark-Paul's childhood

Quickly a splendid light had appeared and was shining brightly over my head. I saw those wonderful images visible about Mark-Paul. He was with me during those exciting and memorable days. I saw him in the early morning of his life, who was happy and gay. I could hear those songs that I have sung for him to stop crying while we're beneath the cool breeze of the morning sun, dancing.

I could remember those pleasant words I used to stop Mark-Paul from crying. "Come on son, don't cry. Papa is here," I was talking to Mark-Paul who's moaning on his crib, "I know what you want...How about a short walk? Yeah. It's great to walk under the morning sun." I took him from his crib and we have walked outside the house and Mark-Paul was rustling on my right ear, smiling.

The day Mark-Paul has arrived

Those years I showed my love to him that started when he came. There was joy and happiness in my home. My whole life and my love took care of him. I had realized that my world will go on with him.

When he got sick, I was frightened. "Son, what happens to you? I murmured. I touched his forehead and I knew he has a fever. I was baffled and nervous. Really I was scared. Then I wrapped him with a blanket, took him outside the house, called a car, and ran to the hospital. Inside the hospital, I was shouting for help, "My son is burning with fever. Please help him, doctor."

My fears were gone

"Take it easy Mr. Sion. He will be okay," replied Doctor Robles. He examined Mark-Paul. My tensions and fears were gone when doctor Robles said, "Your son is okay now." And then he prescribed the medicines and said, "These are the medicines for Mark-Paul. Take good care of him. He is cute."

I nodded and thanked him. Then I held my son into my arms and kissed him tenderly with all my love and we left the hospital for home. At home, I guarded and watched him the whole day and night until he has fully recovered.

Mark-Paul was an angel from heaven

Those years, we're running with the cool breeze of the morning wind, shouting over the flourishing meadow grass with joy were amazingly memorable. He was an angel without wings sent by heaven to me and enjoy life with me.

When he grew up, I could imagine those years to see him sleeping in his cozy bedroom. Many times I had woken him up from a deep sleep and took him to the bathroom for his wonderful shower. Mark-Paul loved to eat breakfast with fried rice, scrambled egg, ham with a glass of fresh milk.

In the evening, I had to repose late. I brushed his shoes, ironed his clothes for the next morning's use. My son has inspired me to do all those things that I could be proud of. I loved him and I couldn't feel tiresome of caring for him. I had cherished him the most.

Mark-Paul reached his manhood life

When Mark-Paul became a teenager, I started to be rattled and nervous again. He has started asking me many things, like "What are these things all about? How relevant are these things to me, papa?"

"You know son, at this stage, you'll experience things that would change you for manhood life. I'm sure you can cope with all of them." I replied.

"Some times, I had dreams - I was with girls with my age, laughing, giggling, and dancing with them. They were exciting and memorable, papa."

"Of course, that's it. You're now a teenager. And being a teenager it is only natural to happen," I explained, "You know son when I was at your age, there were many good things that happened to my life. They were all completely exciting and I had realized that I was not a child anymore - knowing that the life I had enjoyed was already for manhood life."

There was a time Mark-Paul shared and discussed with me some of his odd feelings. He had some crushes, he admitted and he asked me, "Are these normal feelings that I am experiencing now, papa?"

I just smiled and nodded to him. Then I had explained that for a young lad - to experience with those strange feelings were part of growing up.

Mark-Paul graduated high school and went to college

I remembered when my son has graduated from high school. His face was full of joy and pride especially when he received his diploma that marked his successful adventure. I rejoiced to see my son shouting with gladness when his name was called "This year's valedictorian is Mark-Paul Sion." My heart was very pleased to hear the applause from the audience.

And when Mark-Paul went to college, again I was baffled and puzzled thinking about him and his new surroundings. I was afraid that he could hardly adapt the city life. But when he said, "I am okay, papa. Everything is under control." That was the only time I realized that he was not anymore a child. He's a grown-up man already - geared to live away from me.

Despite thousands of miles, my son was away from me, we always talked on the phone. There were nights I couldn't sleep asking myself, "Is Mark-Paul safe? Did he eat now? Who cooked for him? Who washed and ironed his clothes and brushed his shoes? I love my son and I would have to understand him. This is the time that Mark-Paul would now live with his own life. This is the time for him to prove that he has the will to stand alone. Besides, he is nineteen years old now," I said it unaware of those tears dropping down at my face.

Mark-Paul found a new home

But one day, after some couple of years, Mark-Paul arrived home with his beloved - a woman in her 20s. She had long hair down her back. She smiled with dimples in her cheeks. Mark-Paul was lucky to have her. But inside me, I felt uncomfortable and surprised especially when he said "We're married, papa."

My son's decision surprised me and I knew that it was his parting words. However, I realized that Mark-Paul will leave me one day for the good so I just nodded and gave my praise to them. To tell you, my son grew up with many good choices in his life - a new home and a family of his own to live with. Mark-Paul left our home to live with his own family and the new home of their own.

Who am I to stop Mark-Paul? What I knew - I loved him so much. I was just his foster father. I have cared for him that started when I adopted him as my own son, twenty-five years ago, and give him the life to enjoy - full of life, compassion, and love!

Please note: This is a short story based on imagination. The names of the characters I used here were just imaginary characters. And if you feel like commenting or would like to share your reactions, please do so. I would appreciate them.

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