LinkIn a one-person apartment, a young man woke up at 12:56 p.m. to laze around with pleasure. But unexpectedly someone knocked on the front door: that caught his attention, he wasn't expecting any visitors... As the young man approached the peephole, he wondered to himself who this mysterious person might be.
He still had exactly 12 days left to pay the rent of his ill-fated home; but surely the owner of the building would no longer tolerate the fact of having to increase the debt that was already owed for a month?
The thought of that possibility made her skin crawl.
He could not think of any other alternatives. He could not imagine any acquaintance who would dare to pay him a visit on a Saturday afternoon.
As the boy stood in front of the door, he heard the wood rattling again: whoever it was on the other side of the door knocked loudly again.
— Knock, Knock] - resounding knocks.
Franklin was instantly distressed, his heart changed to an intense rhythm: he closed his left eye while he fixed his sight on the right one to make out through the door's peephole the individual lying behind the door....
To his surprise... It was not the landlord or any hostile stranger; but a familiar face, an elderly man with foreign features and a graying bald head.
He had a tan brown complexion, was a corpulent subject, somewhat obese in figure; but in a natural way for someone of his advanced age.
He was wearing a trench coat and had a backpack on his back.
As soon as he realized the man's identity, Franklin opened the door to face him face to face.
The young man's expression was unusual, as if he had seen a ghost. When he made eye contact with the man, he couldn't help but share his most sincere thought.
She told him without hesitation, as he stood dumbfounded in the doorframe.
Without mincing words, and a bitter expression, that mysterious fellow also shared his most honest opinion with a higher tone of voice.
— Really? After such a long time without seeing each other, you tell me such stupidity. - he said bravely.
It was not a subtle enough mockery, but a scolding said with great authority: So much so that the young man to whom those words were dedicated was even more distressed.
Franklin did not know what to answer him instantly.....
He hesitated and mumbled in the middle of the conversation as his mind went blank...
And while he was saying that nonsense, that man interrupted him by raising his voice once again.
— And as he If you can't greet me with respect, invite me in properly," he said angrily and with a serious look on his face. - he said somewhat angrily and with a serious firmness.
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Franklin froze as he looked at the older man with disdain.
That man was able to dominate him with a few simple but effective words.
This was not a simple figure of authority or respect like a teacher or a boss would be....
It was someone to whom he owed his miserable life, someone with whom he lived his entire existence....
After hearing that man's scolding, Franklin changed his apathetic expression to avert his gaze to the side as he answered him.
He could not get rid of his condescending face, not even in his own home; since that unexpected visit turned out to be that of a very close and unwanted relative.
An honest father.
That man was not satisfied with such a banal and bitter answer, he reproached his son for his contemptuous character.
— What do you call it? - he asked firmly.
A few minutes ago Franklin was immersed in peace; but at that moment he could feel how his blood reached the boiling point.
He looked calm; but inside him an uncontrolled fire was spreading.
His brow furrowed into a nervous twitching of his lips, his brow furrowed with instinct and repressed emotion.
Instead of detonating, the young man calmed his mind by sighing heavily through his nose.
Consequently, he regretfully stepped aside in the doorframe to welcome his elderly father in a decent manner.
Without even noticing how his firstborn strained his face, that clueless man crossed the door, and at the same time that they gave way to him: he continued with his incessant reproach.
— You see? It's not even that hard to pretend to have good manners. - he said somewhat discrepantly as he entered the humble dwelling.
As he watched the last guy he wanted to see in the world brazenly peek into his abode, Franklin cursed inwardly and outwardly as he closed the door.
A dysfunctional relationship can almost never be repaired, and even if you try to make up for it, you'll never make up for the lost time that went missing in the first place.
To be continued...
