father

father never wanted to be that kind of man. mother warned him, however, that he would become just that and, within time, we all saw that her words were truth.

mother spent most of her time in the garden, tending to leaves and ferns and the like, most of which she kept hidden in the corner of the backyard. father never cared much for these things or her hobby for that matter, hence the reason for seclusion.

father had better things to do, in his mind at least. one, and probably most important, of which was the tending to his antique guns and pistols. he boasted over one hundred different kinds of firearms, most of which being antiques from the world war two era. these were his prize possessions, often taken priority over his own flesh and blood.

we all saw it coming, albeit in our own twisted and skewed ways. as i said before, mother was the first and, as the priest said, she paid dearly for her foresight. i remember that quite well. it sticks with me to this very day.