The Li Clan Cover Up
By: Novice
I've had my way my whole life. I got what ever I wanted. I had the choices many others didn't. I had the perfect life. Except I always wanted to meet my dad. But whenever I mentioned him to my mother, her normally serene expression and content smile melt to one of sorrow. Apparently my father caused my mother great pain. Yet she has a picture of him. Up on the top shelf of her closet. Behind the box of chocolates she and I share on special occasions. Last time we ate them was my fourteenth birthday the whole family came over. Everyone except my father.
He was young in the picture. He was tall and you could tell he was muscular just by looking at his well-chiseled face. Seemingly carved out of stone, seemingly painted being inspired by a dream. When I first saw the picture, I knew he was my father. My mother was in the picture, still just as perfect as he was. She had beautiful jade eyes and a perfect complexion with the softest honey brown hair I could have imagined. She was what she looked like. She was the kindest and most considerate person I have ever known. She was amazing. And by the way she spoke of father, he must have been amazing too.
And what am I? I am my mother's shadow. My eyes are darker than hers, and my skin lighter. My hair was wavy and darker then mother's straight hair. I am reckless and too weak to be witty. I am clumsy and forgetful. I am submissive and dense to think I could ever compare to my mother. I am stubborn and too curious for my own good. And I speak my mind even if what I have to say isn't very nice. And worst of all, I cause my mother pain. When I mess up she blames herself. When I ruin something or do anything I'm not suppose to, she gets hurt. Not me. I am perfectly fine. And I hate myself for being so weak.
And that's why I sing. To get my feelings in order. I am going to do something about my life. I am going to meet my father and bring home hope for my mother. No, for me. My mother has all of the hope and faith in the world. I need to go find mine. And make my mother proud.