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I have watched from the sidelines most of my own life, watching my sons face odds that no teenager should have to.

I wish to shelter them, protect them from this world as any parent wants to. I want to keep my children safe, but fate has different ideas it seems. All of them heading down different paths, my eldest son, gone on a training mission, only his letters have stopped coming, having stopped writing all together.

My second eldest having started up some kind of phone line, I’m hoping its isn’t some kind of sex phone line, I will have to discuss that with him much later.

My second youngest, he has been sleeping during days, vanishing during the nights, coming home with minor bruises, cuts, I act as if I don’t notice, but I leave bandages and other fixings for wounds in his room when I see he is gone. I simply act as if I never notice his absentness at night, only giving him warning looks when he has cuts that use all of the bandages.

My youngest son, he has started up a business, wearing a foam rubber head to parties for kids, bringing money back home to add to our money jar on top of the fridge, smiling at me each time he adds more. Happy to bring home the bacon as he so puts it.

I watch as they grow more apart, my attempts of bringing them closer not working much to my distress. I cannot bring them together, not as a sensei, not as a father.

Once again I am put at odds of being the father watching his children grow in different directions, branch out as I merely gaze on and aid them when its needed. My role of father brushed past as they go onward, away from the world of childhood, innocence.

Each has their own path; I only play as a guide to them.

I observe with a heavy heart as each break away from the other, all seek something they cannot gain. Something they cannot reach even with all their efforts.

All I may do is survey them.

Simply keep an eye upon the boys.

My children…

Description
I have watched from the sidelines most of my own life, watching my sons face odds that no teenager should have to.

I wish to shelter them, protect them from this world as any parent wants to. I want to keep my children safe, but fate has different ideas it seems. All of them heading down different paths, my eldest son, gone on a training mission, only his letters have stopped coming, having stopped writing all together.

My second eldest having started up some kind of phone line, I’m hoping its isn’t some kind of sex phone line, I will have to discuss that with him much later.

My second youngest, he has been sleeping during days, vanishing during the nights, coming home with minor bruises, cuts, I act as if I don’t notice, but I leave bandages and other fixings for wounds in his room when I see he is gone. I simply act as if I never notice his absentness at night, only giving him warning looks when he has cuts that use all of the bandages.

My youngest son, he has started up a business, wearing a foam rubber head to parties for kids, bringing money back home to add to our money jar on top of the fridge, smiling at me each time he adds more. Happy to bring home the bacon as he so puts it.

I watch as they grow more apart, my attempts of bringing them closer not working much to my distress. I cannot bring them together, not as a sensei, not as a father.

Once again I am put at odds of being the father watching his children grow in different directions, branch out as I merely gaze on and aid them when its needed. My role of father brushed past as they go onward, away from the world of childhood, innocence.

Each has their own path; I only play as a guide to them.

I observe with a heavy heart as each break away from the other, all seek something they cannot gain. Something they cannot reach even with all their efforts.

All I may do is survey them.

Simply keep an eye upon the boys.

My children…