Exhale of Happiness

  1. When my father closed his eyes,
    he saw dying walls with faded paint.
    He felt the broken faucet under his
    palm. He felt the creaking floors
    beneath his feet.
    When my father opened his eyes,
    he cursed and knew that he would
    see the same. But, a hand found
    its way to his bony shoulder and
    his vision changed.
    His taciturn mouth gasped and his
    eyes bulged. Reality settled deep in
    his veins as he stood near the cleanest
    edifice he had ever seen. He drank
    the refreshing air.
    What stood athwart him was a sculpture
    of architecture. Red oak floors and shiny
    windows, a spacious kitchen and the
    God that he had always believed in.
    My father stepped across the threshold
    and his heart burst out with exultation.
    Never devoid of money but encumbered
    by the grotesque passion of his three
    older brothers, he escaped.

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