Personal Narrative: The Perfect Bonsai

The Bonsai and other short stories by I"- The Perfect Bonsai cont... The bonsai rebels Part 16

I cried. I cried. And I cried. I wept. I wailed. I was inconsolable. My sons stood at my side trying to console me. No one could help me; no words could calm me down. I was still sobbing two days after the funeral. My muffled sounds seemed to affect the whole house. They were the only sounds that could be heard. Through a veil of tears, I saw my sons taking care of me, of guests, of the home, giving their father’s clothes, and plants away to charity. I saw them emptying our home of all evidence of their father yet, I could not react. I was so immersed in my grief. They force-fed me, took me out of the home, but nothing, no one could comfort me.

I will wait for you?”

He wanted to hear my story, so be it. Well, he would hear it.

"The Bonsai and other short stories by I"- The Perfect Bonsai cont... The bonsai rebels Part 17

“Bless me Father. It has been many months since my last confession. But I do not accuse myself of anything.”

“You have done no wrong my child. We all know the travails you have gone through. Would you like to speak in my office?”

“No. I like it here. No one will disturb me. And I can speak my heart and still not be heard.”

“God hears you My child.”

“He does, does he? Then why did he snatch Tommy away so fast. I still had so much to do.”

“God always calls those dear to him quickly.”

“Tommy? Dear to God? God must have funny tastes!”

“Dear child!” The priest said in a shocked voice, “Tommy was a paragon of virtue in the community.” The priest’s voice was back to normal.

“He was, was he?” I burst out laughing.” Did you know he was a drug addict? Did you know he drugged us? Did you know manipulated, cheated, controlled, the very people who loved him and adored him? How will you know? But, God knew and he allowed Tommy to sculpt us as per his wishes. He allowed Tommy to dwarf us to the size he wanted us to be. He allowed Tommy to turn us into bonsais!” I