A Parent’s Past

I read a short story called, “The Fictive Fragment of a Father and Son” by, David Mura and it was about a son trying to find the truth about his father’s past. Some of the story confused me a little bit; however, toward the end of the story, he, the son, was wondering why his father was so angry and what triggered that. It reminded me of my mother, when I used to live at home. Growing up, you are not aware of that much going on; but, once you start getting older, you start to become aware of the things that make your parents tick. I didn’t become fully aware until I was about seventeen years old, when my parents started struggling financially. The same way the father in the story was arrested one morning and not sure of it and having all those tags on his family’s belongings and was not sure, changes a person. My mother was always devoted to family and its values; but, money could cause a huge amount of pain in the family circle. Which is why I will make sure I do not go through what my family did. I only remember of my mother’s past from her own voice and she was happier and didn’t have the stress of money like she once did. I love that the son wants to know the truth behind his father’s past and it is a shame that his father had to act American or always make sure he was. Everyone should be who they are because that’s what America is all about, many people with many different backgrounds. Trying to be someone you aren’t, will mess with your head and even trying to act like nothing is wrong, like my mother tried to do, does’t make things better either. I am happy that the father in the story had a son and I am grateful that my mother and father created me, because we both will make our parent’s story better for the future.