I recently had the pleasure of reading a short from the book Dewbreaker by Edwidge Danticat. I read the first story in the book. It was about a young “artist” who was trying to deliver a sculpture bought by someone living in Tampa, FL and on their journey her father disposed of the sculpture. To be honest I know she wrote this probably based on memory and not out of what was physically happening in that moment, but because of that being the case and how powerful this story is, I wish she didn’t try to take such liberties in her descriptions of certain moments. It takes me out of the realism, the truly raw moments of what this story is really about. I love that there is such a big twist at the end and she has to live with the knowledge that her father isn’t who she thought he was.
It’s such an interesting reveal. To find out someone you never thought could harm a fly, someone you idolized turns out to be a murderous soldier, well that blew me away. It’s hard for me to actually relate to the story, because I’ve never personally been in that situation. However, how the father goes about telling his daughter that he is a murderer and also hearing the mother’s reaction is great. She tells her daughter that they are his roots for changing his ways. I guess I’d like to know what happens if he relapses?
My father has always been a bit of a distant creature from my life. He pops in every once in a while to ask my advice on his writings and use my creativity, but when that runs out he typically doesn’t pay much attention to anything I do. He’s a very selfish being, but I understand that he is older and this is now the man that he is. Do I think it’s in any way because of him being at war at some point in his life? No I do not. I think my father has always been this way. He makes decision based on what he wants and what is best for him, not for the generally community aka his family. Regardless of who he is, my mother who is another very stubborn person is still married to the old crone and they seem to be somewhat happy.
I’ve never experienced my father taking me aside and telling me something completely personal and eye opening that makes me look at him in a different light. There’s still time for that, but I’m not holding my breath. Maybe my father saved a small village in Vietnam. Who knows? I doubt I will ever find out, because he never talks about those times and never answers my questions. I feel bad that Ka had to find out those things in the story. That being said, it does make for a good story. In a way I feel blessed that I haven’t found out some crazy new information about my father over that past few years. I’ve grown with age to accept who he was and is and how he raised me. His lack of presence actually helped me a lot with the real world realizing that not everything is perfect. People and life can be bitter, but it how you function that matters.