My father started walking towards me and by the look on his face I could
tell he was furious. He stopped in front of me, and for a while didn't
speak. He just stared at me, and I didn't know what to do. Then my father
finally broke the silence.
"Fatima I have been so worried. Haven't I told you so many times that you
must never enter Fangorn?" He shouted.
I did not know what to say. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. I wasn't sure what I was about to say. "Father, I didn't mean to go in there. I thought I saw someone in there and I went in there to see who it was and then I got lost and -" My father interrupted me.
"What happened to your arm? Is it hurt? What happened?" My father attacked me with three questions at once. He was holding my arm and looking at it. He was now very concerned.
"Father its nothing, I just accidentally struck my arm with my sword." I said quickly. I feared my father wouldn't believe me as he knew that was unlikely. My father looked at me suspiciously. He then let go of my arm and walked back to the crops.
"Well, can you till work because we have much to do?" He asked, but he still had the suspicious look on his face. He picked up a fork and began to dig into the soil.
"Yes father I can it was only a slight graze." I lied. I felt so bad that I had to lie to my father. It was the first time I ever did. I was always open with my father, and it killed me to lie to his face. I went over to my father and picked up the fork that was lying next to him. I lifted it up and as I did pain shot through my arm and I cried out in pain, and the fork fell from my hands.
My father dropped his fork and ran over to me. He quickly took my arm and started taking off the bandage. I tried to pull away from him but he over powered me. Once the entire bandage was off and my father looked at the wound on my arm the look of worry returned to his face. "Fatima please tell me the truth, what happened to your arm?" He said pleading.
I could no longer look my father in the eyes. I turned away, but I knew I had to lie to him again. "Father it was just an accident. It doesn't matter. Please don't make it bigger than it should be." I said, and then I finally pulled away from him. I didn't look back at my father because I knew if I saw the look on his face I would just breakdown. I walked over to my bag and pulled out another bandage and started to bandage up my arm. My father then walked over to me. He took the bandage from my hands and started wrapping it around my wound.
"I think Fatima I shall have to take you to the town doctor and get it stitched up. It looks awful and I would rather be safe than sorry." My father then picked up my bag and led me from the field. He took me towards The Wold and I could do nothing but follow him. Seeing what he was doing for me I felt more ashamed of myself. I wanted to just come out and tell my father the truth. Deep down inside I knew that it would be better but I just ignored that feeling and continued following my father.
"Thank you, father." I said. My father stopped and looked at me and I looked at him and smiled warmly. He returned the smile and then he gave me a look of understanding. He knew that I wasn't telling the complete truth but he didn't pressure me into telling him the truth, and that is what made me respect him more. I looked at my father and knew that he was the perfect father. Not only did he understand but also he treated me like an individual, and that's what I loved most about him. He gave me space to be who I wanted to be.
He also didn't expect me to live up to anyone's expectations but my own. I didn't have to be the sensible, refined women, everyone wanted me to be, and I could just be me. I could be who I wanted to be and my father was never ashamed.
I did not know what to say. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. I wasn't sure what I was about to say. "Father, I didn't mean to go in there. I thought I saw someone in there and I went in there to see who it was and then I got lost and -" My father interrupted me.
"What happened to your arm? Is it hurt? What happened?" My father attacked me with three questions at once. He was holding my arm and looking at it. He was now very concerned.
"Father its nothing, I just accidentally struck my arm with my sword." I said quickly. I feared my father wouldn't believe me as he knew that was unlikely. My father looked at me suspiciously. He then let go of my arm and walked back to the crops.
"Well, can you till work because we have much to do?" He asked, but he still had the suspicious look on his face. He picked up a fork and began to dig into the soil.
"Yes father I can it was only a slight graze." I lied. I felt so bad that I had to lie to my father. It was the first time I ever did. I was always open with my father, and it killed me to lie to his face. I went over to my father and picked up the fork that was lying next to him. I lifted it up and as I did pain shot through my arm and I cried out in pain, and the fork fell from my hands.
My father dropped his fork and ran over to me. He quickly took my arm and started taking off the bandage. I tried to pull away from him but he over powered me. Once the entire bandage was off and my father looked at the wound on my arm the look of worry returned to his face. "Fatima please tell me the truth, what happened to your arm?" He said pleading.
I could no longer look my father in the eyes. I turned away, but I knew I had to lie to him again. "Father it was just an accident. It doesn't matter. Please don't make it bigger than it should be." I said, and then I finally pulled away from him. I didn't look back at my father because I knew if I saw the look on his face I would just breakdown. I walked over to my bag and pulled out another bandage and started to bandage up my arm. My father then walked over to me. He took the bandage from my hands and started wrapping it around my wound.
"I think Fatima I shall have to take you to the town doctor and get it stitched up. It looks awful and I would rather be safe than sorry." My father then picked up my bag and led me from the field. He took me towards The Wold and I could do nothing but follow him. Seeing what he was doing for me I felt more ashamed of myself. I wanted to just come out and tell my father the truth. Deep down inside I knew that it would be better but I just ignored that feeling and continued following my father.
"Thank you, father." I said. My father stopped and looked at me and I looked at him and smiled warmly. He returned the smile and then he gave me a look of understanding. He knew that I wasn't telling the complete truth but he didn't pressure me into telling him the truth, and that is what made me respect him more. I looked at my father and knew that he was the perfect father. Not only did he understand but also he treated me like an individual, and that's what I loved most about him. He gave me space to be who I wanted to be.
He also didn't expect me to live up to anyone's expectations but my own. I didn't have to be the sensible, refined women, everyone wanted me to be, and I could just be me. I could be who I wanted to be and my father was never ashamed.