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"Do you think I WANT to live this way?"
She wasn't being rational. Why couldn't she see my side? I knew she was upset, and I understood the premise. The fact that she's still here... I'm the luckiest man alive. That still didn't make it any easier, however.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." I tried to reason. I figured submitting myself to her would make the night go a little smoother.
"Of course you are. You always say too much of what you think. I can't remember a time when you didn't speak up at every possible moment. It's starting to get old, Kas."
"Listen, babe, I'm really sorry." I motioned over to the couch. "Have a seat. There's no purpose in us fighting from across the room."
She reluctantly stepped closer to me. I saw it in her eyes; the stress, the emotional wear and tear of our daily struggle to raise our son... the fact that she hasn't already lost it makes me love her more everyday. I've known her to be strong since the day I first met her. It was the eve of my 19th birthday, and she joined me at the local club during my band's set. Let me tell you, I've never seen such a hot canine throw down as hard as she did.
Things have definitely changed. We went from the Hollywood-esque love story to a partnership on the rocks. Sure, the trials and tribulations we face will forge a bond greater than what we had, but that's if we can keep it together. I know we can.
"We can't keep fighting like this, Kez. It's not good for us, nor is it good for Akiak." I tried to reason. She liked me more when I was rational and level headed. "I just want us all on the same page here. There has to be something you need to tell me."
She stood at the foot of the couch, silent. The look she gave me was almost utter desperation. She was tired of not sleeping, not eating. This entire journey took such a toll on her. I took to my feet and inched my way closer to her. The moment my body was mere centimetres away from hers, she broke down. She gripped to the front of my work shirt, pulling her head into my chest and sobbing. I had never seen her so close to giving up, so close to devestation.
Just one year ago, we heard the official word from Akiak's pediatrician. His growth stunt wasn't due to any malnutrition or disease of any sort. He wasn't developing like any normal child was. His demeanor was off in the sense that he was very impulsive. Constantly moving, more so than a young boy should. He didn't communicate with myself or his mother as we had expected. This barrier of communication almost caused a mental breakdown on my part... my flesh and blood wouldn't respond to me. What was I doing wrong? Had I already failed as a father? The results proved me wrong, but unfortunately, I was almost hoping to be right...
...Fehraan's Syndrome. A chromosome in the canine genome that was turned off upwards to thousands of years ago, and was replaced by a more advanced one. Due to difficulties in isolating the chromosome further for removal, it was left in the genome complex of our systems. In very rare instances, such as Akiak's, the chromosome is turned on alongside the advanced genome. The two were never designed to work in conjunction to one another, creating a mental and physical conglomoration of traits from both "species". Learning this was the most challenging thing my wife and I ever experienced. We still have days in which we just want to just scream at the world in anger and frustration. Why us? Why now?
"I just wanted us to live our lives n-normal. I wanted our son... to grow up with the other boys." She managed to wipe her eyes and pull in a deep breath. "All I want for Akiak is the ability to live like everyone else gets the chance to." She sat on the couch, and I accompanied her immediately.
"Hun, there IS something we can do. As his parents, it's our job to ensure that he's taken care of. We can still raise him to be as normal as the circumstances have presented to us." I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. She leaned her head into my chest once more, sighing heavily.
"Is this going to be our life?" She glanced up towards me, "This. Thinking of his future, how we're going to handle what fate throws at him... this isn't going to be easy."
"We'll be fine, Keziah." I kissed her head and rested my head upon hers. "Just remember... nobody said being a parent was going to be easy."
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"Do you think I WANT to live this way?"
She wasn't being rational. Why couldn't she see my side? I knew she was upset, and I understood the premise. The fact that she's still here... I'm the luckiest man alive. That still didn't make it any easier, however.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." I tried to reason. I figured submitting myself to her would make the night go a little smoother.
"Of course you are. You always say too much of what you think. I can't remember a time when you didn't speak up at every possible moment. It's starting to get old, Kas."
"Listen, babe, I'm really sorry." I motioned over to the couch. "Have a seat. There's no purpose in us fighting from across the room."
She reluctantly stepped closer to me. I saw it in her eyes; the stress, the emotional wear and tear of our daily struggle to raise our son... the fact that she hasn't already lost it makes me love her more everyday. I've known her to be strong since the day I first met her. It was the eve of my 19th birthday, and she joined me at the local club during my band's set. Let me tell you, I've never seen such a hot canine throw down as hard as she did.
Things have definitely changed. We went from the Hollywood-esque love story to a partnership on the rocks. Sure, the trials and tribulations we face will forge a bond greater than what we had, but that's if we can keep it together. I know we can.
"We can't keep fighting like this, Kez. It's not good for us, nor is it good for Akiak." I tried to reason. She liked me more when I was rational and level headed. "I just want us all on the same page here. There has to be something you need to tell me."
She stood at the foot of the couch, silent. The look she gave me was almost utter desperation. She was tired of not sleeping, not eating. This entire journey took such a toll on her. I took to my feet and inched my way closer to her. The moment my body was mere centimetres away from hers, she broke down. She gripped to the front of my work shirt, pulling her head into my chest and sobbing. I had never seen her so close to giving up, so close to devestation.
Just one year ago, we heard the official word from Akiak's pediatrician. His growth stunt wasn't due to any malnutrition or disease of any sort. He wasn't developing like any normal child was. His demeanor was off in the sense that he was very impulsive. Constantly moving, more so than a young boy should. He didn't communicate with myself or his mother as we had expected. This barrier of communication almost caused a mental breakdown on my part... my flesh and blood wouldn't respond to me. What was I doing wrong? Had I already failed as a father? The results proved me wrong, but unfortunately, I was almost hoping to be right...
...Fehraan's Syndrome. A chromosome in the canine genome that was turned off upwards to thousands of years ago, and was replaced by a more advanced one. Due to difficulties in isolating the chromosome further for removal, it was left in the genome complex of our systems. In very rare instances, such as Akiak's, the chromosome is turned on alongside the advanced genome. The two were never designed to work in conjunction to one another, creating a mental and physical conglomoration of traits from both "species". Learning this was the most challenging thing my wife and I ever experienced. We still have days in which we just want to just scream at the world in anger and frustration. Why us? Why now?
"I just wanted us to live our lives n-normal. I wanted our son... to grow up with the other boys." She managed to wipe her eyes and pull in a deep breath. "All I want for Akiak is the ability to live like everyone else gets the chance to." She sat on the couch, and I accompanied her immediately.
"Hun, there IS something we can do. As his parents, it's our job to ensure that he's taken care of. We can still raise him to be as normal as the circumstances have presented to us." I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. She leaned her head into my chest once more, sighing heavily.
"Is this going to be our life?" She glanced up towards me, "This. Thinking of his future, how we're going to handle what fate throws at him... this isn't going to be easy."
"We'll be fine, Keziah." I kissed her head and rested my head upon hers. "Just remember... nobody said being a parent was going to be easy."
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