This is a story of a young boy who believed himself to be the son of a god.
He’s blind in sight but not in mind.
He’ll do you a favor if you speak to him…
He’ll make you think.
The last face he saw before he drowned in darkness was his fathers’. He remember him as strong and charming, like how his teacher describes a certain mythological god in her ever droning voice.
Anthony pictures his dad throwing lightning down from the clouds, protecting and punishing.
The sound of his fathers voice doesn’t fit the image of his face which still linger somewhere in Anthony’s mind.
All the other dads sound rough and unforgiving while Anthony finds solace in his fathers’ gentle voice as it eases him into a fairytale at bedtime.
The other kids at school compare what their dads can do, but Anthony sits quietly until the teachers settle everyone down.
He doesn’t see any reason to compare, because he knows that even if his dad isn’t ‘the best’, he’ll still be the only one there to wake Anthony up, make him breakfast and tell him tales of his mom.
Stories about his mom are Anthony’s favorite because when his dad tells the tales, he holds Anthony tight until he can almost feel his mothers kiss at the crown of his head.
One day when he was out in the school yard, Anthony felt another’s presence. Before the words reached him, he felt a puff of air cut through the chilly fall weather.
“Do you really believe your dad is a god?” The voice said.
Anthony smiled. He had been waiting for this question.
“Why wouldn’t I? He created me after all.”