They say that mothers are the most important. They give you life, they give you milk, and they give you their all. But I don't know. As far back as I can remember, my life has been missing a father. Mother has been proud during these eighteen years--clapping her hands and sparkling her eyes. But she would be proud no matter what. She's trying to make up for it--for the emptiness. And as I grow older, I become more and more honest with myself realize that every thing I have done in my life has been for that father--whoever he is,wherever he is. Hoping that somehow, some magical way, he will notice me--even though he may not know I exist--and come back to be proud.
I grew up by the sea. Balmy breezes and sandy shores are great if they're not commonplace. Otherwise, they're a prison like any other. Mother told me since I was a little boy, "Get strong, and when you are strong enough, I will tell you of your father." That was my motivation. So I got tough. I ran as quickly as I could up those sandy shores--the dunes dragging at my feet trying to pull me down. I found loose rocks, and I lifted them--year after year--and my arms have become larger and toned. I'm taller than most. My training hasn't caused that. But I thank the gods that I'm not too tall to lose my bulk. I want to be thick and strong. Strong enough to meet my father.
Though I have never had enough time for friends, boys from the village would come to train with me--come to see what Theseus was up to. They dared not be left behind. But they were weaklings--too afraid to get their togas dirty. They'd come for a few days, and the heat and the surf would break them--running them back home to be the women they are. So, I'm sure in their jealousy they called me names, but they did it far enough away that I did not hear. And that made me smile.
I think today is the day. Last night I dreamed that a star flew low overhead--it shone down into my face and called me "son". That is a mighty portent. But also mother normally watches from the cliffs--and this morning she is here, and the lines in her face are deeper than ever before.
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