Nearly 10 years ago

It had been two weeks! Two weeks! Two weeks since David had last seen his father! Yes; he had tried his best to respect his mother _ well, as best as a 6 year old child could. He had tried his best to not fight with her but had failed miserably. Now, the day was finally here. Suddenly, David's excitement and train of thought was broken as a loud knock was heard on the door and unable to hold onto his hopes and dreams anymore, he stood up and rushed downstairs to the door before flying it open. There, stood a government official who had a sad expression on his face and who also held a small page on his hand. Before the time went on for any longer, he looked down onto David with the same sorrowful look.

"Hello young sir," the man said before seeing Ruth run over.

"Go up to your room young man," Ruth said while she realised just how much regret was on the man's face. "I'll deal with all these problems then call you down then."

As soon as David was upstairs and out of ear shot, Ruth turned her attention back to the man.

"What news do you have for us, sir?" she asked panicked.

The man bit his lip as he considered his options again. Did he really have to tell them this news? The boy was so young and wasn't having the best life. What could the better option be?

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your husband was found dead in the early hours of this morning." The man said.

Was this news true? Had Ruth heard the man right? She could hardly cope on her own, how would she be able to last being a single parent?

"Thanks for letting us know sir." Ruth said before carefully guiding the man out and then heading up to her son's room and going in quietly.

"Son?"

"Yes mom?"

"Your father died last night. I'm so sorry for you David."

...

PRESENT DAY

David's POV

Nine years and eleven months today! Nine years and eleven months of me getting into trouble and not listening to what I've been told. Speaking of, I am currently in an argument with my mom for refusing to help out around the farm and planning to prank our neighbours and I'm no doubt going to get punished for it.

"Come on mom! What are you going to do about it?" I said with attitude.

"Go to your room!" mom shouted at me and I stomped straight up to my room before slamming the door.

Here's to another day of me getting shouted at constantly!