The Unexpected

It was a cold february day. I was on my way to work, I didn't sleep well the night before because of this damn dog which was running around the apartment  above me, which was always there but that night he was just  unbearable.

 

I woke up at about 3 in the morning and couldn't sleep since then. I tried to make myself some breakfast but when I opened the fridge it was empty. At that point i didn't think my day could get any worse but today wasn't the case.

 

It usually took me about 10 minutes to walk to work, but today I was unusually slow, with many thoughts going around in my head. I wondered, ”How is my son George doing in his school? He is so far away, I hope he isn't feeling too homesick." Then I heard a horn and I saw that there was a car moving right at me so I jumped back. I realised that I just crossed the road on the red light.

 

When I arrived to work I saw three missed calls they were all from a British phone number. As I was calling back, I already had a very good idea of what was going on. My worst expectations were proven. My son was suspended from the school until further notice. I put down the phone, I looked out of the window the morning frost was covering the all the streets and buildings, It felt as if a strong winter breeze hit my face. Almost instantly a feeling of anger grew in me. Why does he always get into trouble? Couldn't he be more like his sister, caring and responsible? 

 

I was about to call him and tell him everything that was going through in my mind. I dialed his number but then I stopped for a minute. A few moments later I had a flashback, I remembered myself the age of my son. In front of myself I saw a young boy, full of energy who always had perfect grades and never had problems with school. My parents never had to go to school, they never had to worry about me because I was always a perfect boy. Then I came back to the reality.  I was thinking about my son. I had a very clear picture of him in my head. I saw a young confident kid, who had average grades but never had an average personality, that boy had a very good idea about his future and he never doubted himself; in fact he never understood why no one else was so confident about him, he was a tall slim boy with slightly darker face than me. On the other hand his sister was much more like me: not very confident,but always had good grades; had no idea what to do in the future even though everyone else believed in her; she was a very strong character with no confidence in herself what so ever. At first I was thinking about calling him and screaming at him and telling him how disappointed I was, but then I realised that all this time I have grown up my parents were around me and same with his sister who always stayed at home and with her family. He however never had anyone to support him for the past three years, and the only people he could talk to were those older boys in his school who he used to hang out with all day long (and obviously did illegal things like drugs and alcohol). Soon I changed my mind, and now when I called him I didn’t scream at him or even raised my voice, all I told him was that I forgive him and that we have a lot to talk about when he comes back. I ended the call for the next hour or so I just worked on my computer as if nothing has happened, but in reality  all this time I was thinking about him my only son who managed to take the wrong path. Then I looked up the sun was fully up and it spread its beams of light into everything on its way, then I told myself- “you made the right choice, he will be ok”...