The Submission

 Submission. That's what he would remember that day for. Submission to one's fate. The inescapable fate of being for ever invisible to the only man he wishsed to be noticed by.

 He remembered the power cut, right after the funeral. His father sitting alone in that dark room,a single candle casting shadows  to his feaatures, distorted to inhuman proportions. The notes of Mozart, elevating the silence to an almost mystifying experience.

 He remembered himself,a young boy,standing outsiside that door,making a promise to himself. He was going to become the son his father wanted him to be. This was his chance. He  was going to be the Son. THe Only Son. .His father had no choice buy to finally "see" him.

 IInside the dark room,his father let out  his final breath along with Mozart's final  notes,his heart too weak  to handle the pain  of the untimely loss.

He remembered every detail of that day. It was the day his brother had beaten him again. Even from the grave.

                                                                                          Written by Ms Paragon