I have slowly come to realize my son does not see me as his father. It is now apparent to me that the life he lived as a rich boy has spoiled him. He had servants, fine clothes, and fine foods. He has not only lost his mother but also his home. My son cannot love me the way I love him. This realization caused great sorrow for me. My new friend Vasudeva tried to comfort me. He suggested I should be more strict with him. Or take him into town and give him to the servants to be pampered. I could not do this. There is no way I can give up my son. So I continued to let him act as he pleased. Then came the day when he truly showed me how how much he despised me and his new life. He spoke words of anger and rage towards me. After this, my son, my only child ran away, taking Vasudeva's money. Vasudeva and I went looking for him. Our search brought me to a town that once held so many memories. I have not found my son, but I fear my searching is useless.
You could have added how he accepted that his son left. Also how he knew that his son would be ok and he would live a better life. It was great. I like how you didn't use dead words.Good Job!
ReplyDelete-Lucero Ayon
I think that this is a wonderful post, but I still agree with Lucero. You should have described how he felt after Vasudeva woke him up at Kamala's former pleasure garden. Still, great job!
ReplyDelete-Nishant Shah
In one of the sentences it says "my only child ran away", which means that his son did in fact leave.
ReplyDeleteand Nishant, I don't understand what you're trying to say
-Judith Garcia
It is as if life going in circle. The way Siddhartha's son acting is the same way he was with his father once. I'm sure that Siddhartha's father, the Brahim felt the same way as Siddhartha is right now with his own son. Outstanding job.
ReplyDelete-Malika Salieva