A Story about Respect
My dad is my hero. No one I know embodies loyalty, moral and honesty more than he does. All my life I’ve been trying to live up to his standards and make him proud.
After my parents split up he still acted in most mature and respectful way. After he eventually married his teenage love me and he and my stepmother still got along very well. Everything seemed to work out, just like a fairy-tale.
Unfortunately there is no fairy-tale in life. After three years they broke up. Neither of them tried to save anything. One day I visited my parents home I found a pearl earring on the bathroom floor. My stepmother does not wear pearls.
Coincidence?
Perhaps. I confronted my father. The lack of respect and cowardice towards his wife made my heroic image of him disappear.
