Fury's Flames

im, I represented not only his own accomplishments but also a distinct aro

s poor fortune was impregnating a woman half his age when he was already middle-aged. This decision shattered his

hing was looking up for him. All this was until she appeared in one of his classes, she walked with a certain pride only attributed to the majestic peacock. She knew of her beauty and boy did she

was in love with her, it was against college policy to date your own students, and father had thought about resigning. But he was enjoying the excitement of their occasional

He was just settling in with his root beer when he heard a soft yet persuasive knock on the door. He had opened the door to discover that it was

ad nowhere else to go. Father forgot about how this entire situation looked and how she obviously had friends that could ca

s arrival back from the markets, the shower was still on. He was surprised because he was gone for a while, a long time enough for a young woman to have taken a long bath, he decided to che

uit for rape. It did not help father that his neighbors testified against him. He was a quiet

d left her daughter, me, at his front door, there was no note, just

r never insulted her, he urged me to love her,

cost was spared when it came to me. My education was top notch, he had no money, but he moved mountains to meet my every need. Despite our ongoing struggles, he always made

sts and did not let my mother's shortcomings become mine. M

modest surroundings. My father’s love was the only source o

was a child. I had to make his aspirations and dreams my own, thinking of everything he had for

y own father, an opportunity to find my own happiness. As I sat in the corner and observed my peers being themselves in their own carefree and somewhat naive state, I couldn't help but feel env

se, while trying to fulfill my responsibilities. My father had attempted to shelter me from life's harsh truths, y

ered life through secret meets with different boys of my own age. Yet every rush of excitement I

r a few things. The loudest piece of sadness I

de to never find the