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Chapter 1: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2024/08/playing-with-mommy-tg-story.html
> Chapter 2: https://irenenaridzastorycaptions.blogspot.com/2024/09/a-moment-with-dad-tg-story.html
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----- A Moment with Dad -----
-- Written by “Irene Naridza”
“Does your son wear girls’ clothes?” asked
the older man to his son. “Yes. It’s such a
disappointment… I still can’t believe it. What did I do wrong?” lamented the younger man, still unable to
comprehend that his son enjoyed wearing girls' clothing.
“Well… what did you tell him?” asked
the father. “I scolded him, of course. I won’t
let him go astray.” the son asserted before taking a sip of beer. “Carl must have been
frightened.” said the old man.
“I’d rather scare him than
let him live a lie.” the
son said sternly. The old man sat in silence, staring at his beer can. Instead
of drinking from it, he looked up at his son. “I don’t think what he did
deserved you yelling at him.” he said.
“Dad, are you crazy? How
can I allow something like that? HE’S A BOY.” the son exclaimed incredulously.
“Daniel, a firm hand is used to correct a child who
is taking the easy way in life. The path where you steal from others, hurt
them, and lie for personal gain. That’s not a path for anyone.” the
old man said, still seated in his chair.
“What are you suggesting?
That I let him dress like a sissy?”
asked the man, incredulous and angry at his father’s words. “No. I’m not the one
to tell you whether you should or shouldn’t allow that. But what I will tell
you is that there are things truly worth worrying about.” replied the
old man.
“When I was young like you, back in 1979.” the
old man began to recount. “There were things on the radio and in the newspapers. Stories
about men kissing men and women kissing women. It was a huge scandal. People
would tear those sections out of the newspaper.”
The old man gestured with his aged, wrinkled
hands, moving slowly. “People called it ‘the worst horror that could exist.’ Your mother
always turned off the radio when she knew someone was going to talk about those
topics.” the old man paused to think for a few seconds.
“Back then, you were already born and I was mostly
in the army. I visited your mother and you whenever I could, and I was confused.
Why two men kissing could cause such an uproar?” the
old man continued. “Dad… that’s unnatural.” said the younger man, with a hint of disgust.
“There are other things that are unnatural too.” said
the old man. “In 1980, with all that drug and cartel trouble from South America,
our squadron was sent to clean up once their hideouts were found.” The old
man’s gaze drifted off into the distance.
“Dad, don’t start.” said Daniel. He wished his daughter or
someone younger were present. He used the excuse that those weren’t stories to
tell with children around, but in reality, it was he who was deeply unsettled
by his father’s war stories.
“The cartels had taken control of the tropical zone
of the continent.” the old man continued regardless. “Intelligence would
give us a point, and we would rain down on it. Over time, it became like
killing ants. You uncover their hiding spot, and they start running in all
directions.” The old man paused again.
“The worst part was when you did a sweep. When the
smell of gunpowder was so strong you had to wear a mask or let it fill your
lungs.” the old man pointed to his chest, then to the
tube that ran into his nose, connected to an oxygen tank.
“What the cartels did in their hideouts wasn’t just
storing or making drugs. They tortured and killed people in the most twisted
ways. There was much talk about that those people being involved in that world.
But that was only half true. Many were people who had the bad luck of crossing
paths with them when they were in a bad mood. Cartel are sick people… unnatural
people.” the old man said.
“There was a woman, Pamela… don’t tell your mother,
but she was my first love.” Daniel smiled and nodded, promising to keep
the secret. “One day, I found out her family was looking for her. The last
thing known about Pamela was that a man had disrespected her in the street by
slapping her on the rear. She yelled at him and hit him with her purse… and the
guy took her away in a car.”
The elderly’s son already feared the worst. “A year later, her
body was found in a vacant lot next to a farm. It had a banner with a phrase
written in Spanish and English. The intelligence lady said that even the
Spanish phrase had terrible spelling. It said ‘El Cartel del Solar es de
respeto.’, in our language. It means ‘The Solar Cartel is sign of respect’” Daniel
felt a knot in his stomach.
“What they did to Pamela… it’s indescribable. Even
if we face those guys later. Even if the Solar Cartel was one of the few
criminal organizations to be completely wiped out. Those images come to me
every time I hear people talk about how things today are worse than in my time.” the
old man concluded.
“Dad, I know you saw things
in your career as a soldier. But I don’t think that makes Carl’s situation any
less serious.” Daniel
said.
“Of course it doesn’t. Because from the start… it’s
not a serious situation.” the old man replied. “Questionable or
not, it’s not something serious. Carl is your son, and as his father, it’s your
responsibility to guide him in life.”
The younger man fell silent for a few seconds, then sighed in frustration. “Dad… the truth is, I don’t think you understand. You don’t really understand.” he said before getting up. He paced around the room, thinking about his son. Then he realized his father had been silent for a long time. “Dad… DAD… Daddy?”
Daniel woke up startled in his bed, sweating.
His wife sat up as well, seeing him so agitated. “Are
you okay, Danny?” she asked. “My father… I dreamed about the day he died.” Daniel
said, panting a little. “We had our last
conversation again.” he said, trying to calm down.
“What did he say?” asked Lorena, sitting up on the bed. “We talked… about very personal things.”
Daniel said, not wanting to give many details. He didn’t like talking about his
son’s liking for girls’ clothes, not even with his wife.
“Did he talk about his
experiences as a veteran?” she
asked. She had also heard her father-in-law’s stories. They seemed unsettling
to her. “No. Not exactly. He told me… that… I
should remember that I’m a father.” Daniel said before lying back
down.
“It seems Mr. Tomas’ talk
was important.” Lorena
said.
“It was, only that… I don’t
know how to do it.” he sighed before trying to go back to sleep.
“Do what?” asked his wife.
Daniel sat back up and told her everything he
had been thinking about lately.
TWO DAYS LATER.
Lulu was with her younger brother, Carl. They
were in the attic playing as they usually did on Wednesday afternoons. At that
time, their father was most likely busy at work.
“Would you like more tea,
Iris?” asked
Lulu as their tea party continued.
“Yes, thank you very much.” Carl replied. Over time, his mother and
sister realized that the name “Carl” sounded a bit out of place during their
playtime. So, the name ‘Iris’ suggested by their mother, took its place. Carl
loved it.
“What are you going to do
tomorrow, Iris?” asked
Lulu. During their tea parties, they usually talked about different topics from
their daily lives. School, high school. Even their mother would share different
anecdotes from her work at a cosmetics factory.
“Mom said it would be great
if I started practicing ballet, but I told her I wasn’t interested.”
said Carl. He was wearing his favorite dress, a light blue one with ribbons
around the skirt. He loved wearing it when he was “Iris.”
“I like ballerina outfits,
but I don’t like ballet.” he
said.
“I feel the same.” Lulu commented. “But
you don’t need to be an astronaut to wear an astronaut outfit on Halloween, so
I guess you don’t need to be a ballerina to wear one of their pretty outfits.” the older sister added.
“You’re right.” Carl, or rather, Iris replied. He took a
heart-shaped cookie. They had baked them together hours earlier. Since his
older sister was about to turn 16, their mother had no problem with her using
the oven unsupervised.
“But the problem is that we
don’t have a ballerina outfit.” said Iris after taking a sip of cinnamon tea
from the porcelain cup in front of him.
“There’s a ballet studio in
the city that sells them. The problem is that the price is considerable, and I
don’t think Mom would want to buy it just for you to wear it at home and not to
practice ballet.” Iris
concluded.
“There are always more
economical, but equally favorable options.” said a deep voice coming from the attic door.
Lulu and Iris turned around, frightened to recognize their father’s voice. But
their expressions changed when they saw what he was holding in one of his arms.
It was a ballet outfit, seemingly Iris’s size.
“Your mom said you’d like
to try one, but that you didn’t have one.” he said as he approached his kids. For them,
his presence there felt a bit unnatural since they had never seen him there
during their tea parties.
“It was easy to buy it at a
costume shop.” Daniel
said as he crouched down to be at Iris’s height. “Do
you want to try it on?” he asked,
looking at him in his favorite dress. Noticing his hair delicately combed.
Iris didn’t know how to react. His father was
there, not only accepting his taste for feminine clothing, but buying him an
outfit he had wanted to wear for a while.
Iris stood like that for a few seconds. In the end, he didn’t answer his father’s question. He was too busy hugging him and crying on his shoulder. More than any dress or ballet costume, his father’s support and understanding of his tastes was what he wanted most from him, and he had finally gotten it.
The End
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