Damian King 2 years ago

My Name Is Cain - 6

I was about to leave the field when I heard the sound of waters in the well I had just abandoned. At first, I thought I imagined things, so I continued walking away, but I was forced by my instinct to go confirm; truly, It was water. I was so excited. I dropped my tools and ran back home immediately to break the news to my father. I know he will be super excited to hear that I have finally dug a well of water. While I was running, my mind was a field with so much joy, and I was happier knowing I was about to get the answers to all my questions.

Mother and Abel were at the entrance of our house when I got home. The moment I saw them, my joy almost turned to sadness and bitterness. Mother had taken my precious gown and made it into Abel’s size. She knows that was the only nice gown I had. And she knew what it took me to make the dress just the way I love it.

“Mother, that’s my cloth; you can’t give it to Abel.” “It’s mine now. Mother said I can have it.” Abel said. “Cain, Abel is your brother. You should give him some of your clothes.” “But mother, not that one. He can have any of the ones I left on my bed.” "So you want him to have those torn clothes? Why are you being selfish? ”

I was beginning to lose my joy, and my heart was getting darker; I could feel it. I left their presence to go talk to my father. He was in the field feeding the flock.“Father!” I called out. “Son, I’m here.” He looked so tired, but he won’t just rest. I already told him to leave all hard work for Abel and me to handle, but Father is just stubborn. He won’t listen. “Father, I did it,” I announced.“Did what?” “The Well. I finally found water in the field.”

The smile on his face quickly seized my bitterness. I could see the joy in his eyes and hope in his voice.“I knew you will. You are truly my son.” He gave me the best hug I had ever received in a long time. It’s not like I do receive any occasionally. I’m sure the last time I got a hug was when I was still a baby. “God has finally remembered us.” He said, with tears dropping from his eyes.“So father, when will you provide answers to my questions?” “Whenever you are ready.”

I turned to leave but immediately, the thought of mother and Abel rushed into my mind.“Father, why does mother keep hurting me? She is always making me feel like I’m not her son.” “Why would you say that? You know your mother loves you, just like I do.” “No, father. Mother loves Abel more, and that is really hurting me.”He saw the pain in my eyes but didn’t know how to react to the matter. I didn’t also want to ruin the smile I had given him with my pain, so I smiled and walked away. Since then, I began hating my brother. And the more he hurt me, the more I hated him so much.

YEARS LATER, Mother conceived and had other children; two girls. Awan and Azura. Azura was the second daughter; she looked just exactly like her mother when she was younger. She was so beautiful and attractive; her skin glowed both in the day and at night, the color of her eyes was green, and her body was like an hourglass. Awan was five years older than Azura. She was also beautiful, but her beauty cannot be compared to that of Azura. They became mother’s best friends and were always with her, making clothes and other farm tools like a basket. Abel was put fully in charge of the livestock while I continued my planting of crops. ***

Father also provided the answers to all my questions, just as he promised to do. But everything about me changed after that day. Maybe I shouldn’t have sought such answers because they crushed my heart, and the little love in my heart for my mother vanished completely. She was the reason we went through a hard time; she made us lose our home in the beautiful garden and made God curse us.

I hated my mother so much, even when my father tried to put the blame on himself instead of on her. “Son, listen to me. You must not hate your mother for what happened. It was all my fault.” “Father, I know you are only trying to cover up for her, but it is so obvious it was her fault.” I didn’t realize I was already raising my voice at my father. “Speak with respect, son. Don’t ever use such a tone at me. I’m your father.”

I thought I had a very hard voice, but Dad’s own was really scary, especially when he was angry. “I’m sorry, father, I didn’t mean to." “I caused it. I was also busy with the animals when she needed me. I was so dedicated to the job God gave me that I forgot I had a wife.” “But father, what happened exactly?” I asked, calm. How is the story so far? is it boring? Should I continue?

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