Betrayal (Non Fiction)
Across the fields of yesterday
He sometimes comes to me
A little lad just back from play
The lad I used to be...
This morning I picked up a medium regular coffee from drive-by Tim Horton and headed to the country just outside London. I parked my car near a small lake. I sipped the hot coffee as I watched the play of sunlight on the lake. I smiled softly; the lake, silently and gracefully, defined the difference between East and West.
For the Eastern mind and soul, it was the liquidity of the ever-changing scene that mattered, a demonstration of fleeting time and man’s small place in the universe.
To the Eastern philosophy, like that of the Impressionist Monet, the light of the lake was something to be captured and kept. Although an impossibility of course, I could not keep the sun or own an instant of time, no matter how infinitesimal the moment. I did keep them in my heart forever, just like my first dog I ever owned named Warrior.
When I was ten years old, Warrior was given to me by one of my family friends when he was only a month old. Warrior was a Sharpai; it was a guarding and fighting dog. With him around, no body dares to get near our house without his permission.
I took Warrior everywhere I went. We climbed the mountains and swam in the lakes. He even helped me to fight in numerous battles against my enemies.
One day I returned home from school, I was furious and heartbroken to find out that my father had given away Warrior. To give away a boy’s dog was unimaginable, indefensible, inexcusable, and unforgivable. My father never told me the reason, only later in life that I realized he was too proud to tell me that his business went bankrupt, we had to sale our house and moved to a flat which didn't allow to have dog.
By this time, the dog was part of his new family. It was killing me inside but I refused to cry or grieve; No body could provoke me to cry or grieve.
After a month, I found out where his new home and I went to see him, I just want to have one look of him from a distance. He was inside the new family yard and I heard his bark. He was asking me what did he do wrong, and why did we give him away. My heart filled with hurt and I tried in vain to control the well of tears in my eyes. I looked around to make sure no body saw me, and then I buckled to my knees and cried. I wanted to touch him; I cried out and told him that I had betrayed him. I even told him not to forgive me, Just to remember me.