Overdue confrontation

I stood next to Miguel as I watched my father's coffin being lowered. Tears slid down my eyes as I bid my final farewell to the man who fathered me.

We might have had our falling out, and times when we didn't see eye to eye, but he was a father to me before I lost him to my stepmother.

I watched her as she cried, looking more grieved than I know she felt. All these were just for keeping upfront. She stopped caring about my father years ago.

However, she stayed by his side because she had nothing to her name, and nowhere to go should things get out of hand.

Miguel protectively wrapped his arms around me as he consoled me. Just like me, he has his attention on the grave. The moment the coffin was lowered, I left his embrace and strode towards the coffin.

I squatted in front of the open grave and peered at the golden coffin Miguel brought. I took a handful of sand and poured it into the grave before I rose.

This is farewell, father. I hope in your next world, you will be a good fath