Shadow – Creative Writing

Despite its been twain years since I digest saw my generate, the shadow of his grit still remain vivid and assort in my memories. That winter, get died and father lost his job. It was a day of tragedy and sadness. I left capital of the United Kingdom for Stoke-On-Trent to join my father in hastening home, the sight of the disorderly mess in the courtyard reminded me of mother. I couldnt abet but shed tears. Now that things have come to such(prenominal) a pass, lets get over it, later all every cloud has a silver lining, he said.When father arrived home, he pawned and sold things in order to pay finish come to his debt, then he borrowed new loans to hold the funeral. During these days our family was in such a state of sorrow and distress due to two the until nowts of the funeral and the near-collapse of fathers firm. Once the funeral ended, father had to return to the States in a hopeless attempt to save his firm, and I had to return to London to finish my degree. Since we simply had chance to see each other, we decided to depart together.After an old friend took me for a go game around Manchester, I was supposed to catch a train heading for London in the good afternoon the following day. Father was over occupied by his business matters so instead of seeing me off at the train station, he asked a hotel waiter to accompany me. Anxious and worried, he relentlessly urged him to recurrence good care of me. However, he didnt feel reassured and mulled over it. Ironically, his concern was completely unnecessary. I was already a grown up and had travelled to and from Manchester several times before, but he insisted and said, Its better off this way.These days people simply cant be trusted. Getting out of the taxi, we entered the train station. While I bought my book at the ticket booth father tended to my luggage, which was sort of a Brobdingnagian load. When I came back father was busy bargaining with the porter over the fee. I was then such smart al eck. I mat that he was so terrible at haggling over the price that I was about to stoppage in words when the bargain was finally clinched. Boarding the train with me, he selected a spot mightily next to the carriage door for me.I spread the overcoat he got tailor-made for over the seat and sat down. because for the tenth time, he reminded me to be watchful on the way and be wary non to catch cold at night. Miraculously, he any(prenominal)how still managed to summoned up the courage and assign the train attendants to look after me. The disapproving and disbelieving eyes they gave us, it was so hilarious I laughed at father for being so impractical and naive. These days people only cared about money, it would be improbable that theyd take of me.Besides, at age twenty I was obviously capable of taking care of myself. Alas, when I come to think of it now, I can see that I was really too smart back then. Dad, you better hurry for your appointment now, I said. But he looked out of the window and said, Youll need some refreshments on the way. Stay here dont go anywhere, Ill be back in a few minutes. away the railing and beyond the other railroad platform were several vendors waiting for customers. To reach that platform, hed have bulge down the railway tracks, cross them and climb up the platform.For an exceptionally fat man in his mid-fifties, this prove to a physically demanding and strenuous task for father. I volunteered to go, but he insisted, so I reluctantly let him off. Dressed in a top black hat, worn-out morn dress and bleak trousers, I watched him totter towards the railway track. He climbed down the tracks with ease,but after crossing the tracks he struggled when climbing up the platform. Fingers gripped tightly onto the platform, legs huddled up, his corpulent body tipped slightly to the left.He was obviously exerting a huge amount of energy. Then I noticed the shadow casted off his back, tears gradually streamed out of my eyes. I quickly wiped them off for fear of embarrassment. When I gazed of of the window, father had just turned away from one of the vendors, holding two fists full of brightly-packaged chocolate interdict. As he reached the edge of the platform, he placed he bars down, climbed down cautiously and then retrieved them back again. As he approached near the train, I ran out to back up him. Back on board, he laid all the bars on my overcoat.Patting the dirt off his clothes, his reflectivity looked somewhat relieved and after a while he said, Go back to your seat. Dont leave yours things unattended. I, however, did not return to my seat until his shadow was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro, and could no longer see him again. Then returning into the train and settling down, my eyes were again streaming out tears. In recent years, both father and I have been constantly on the move traveling here and there, and circumstances of our family got even worser.When father was young he left h ome to seek a livelihood and did achieve quite a few things on his own. To think that his fate should now be so bleak and muddy at old age Series after series of discouraging and unfortunate events filled him with a sense of dread and sorrow. He could no longer retain his emotions, as a result he would often vent his emotions on small mishaps and treat me harshly. However, after two years of separation, he has buy the farm soft and forgiving, and he dearly misses me and my son.A upon my arrival in London, I received a garner from him, in which he said, My dearest son, Im in an excellent state of health except there is more pain in my shoulders, causing me undesirable pain whenever I try to hold a compile or use chopstick. Perhaps it wont be long now before I rejoin your mother Amid the glistening and bitter tears which these words brought to my eyes, I once again saw he familiar shadow casted off the back of fathers corpulent form in the top black hat, worn-out morning dress and stripped trouser. Alas, how I long to see him again Yet, little did I know that it was the last time Id ever see him again.