The Scent of Bliss from a Stick of Matches

taurusingemini

Dec 1

That box of matches you'd fond, which reminded you of how your father wasn't there when you were growing up, and now you'd, realized, that he'd, slaved his life away, for the livelihood of you and your, families, he was that match that kept himself, burning on, to provide you and your family with all that you needed…translated…

The matchboxes I'd kept for a long time, originally got stashed someplace high, and I'd, already forgotten about their, existences. As I was cleaning my room, they'd, appeared, again, I'd found they were all all right. Other than the surprises, the past came, surfacing, back up.

how the man burned himself up, to provide the light his family needed...photo from online

I'd, struck one at random, with the scent, it'd called out all the warmth, and the emotions with the scents. During those times, it was the hardest working days of my father's, early to work, late to return, home, he'd had endless meetings, gatherings, we rarely saw him on occasions, and, it'd made others think, that ours was, a single-parent household. At the time I was quite young, felt that my father loved his work more than us, and so, I'd, disregarded ALL the presents he'd, given to, me, locked each and every one deep inside my desk drawers, with him there, at the, bottom of my heart, getting, compressed.

With the passing of time, I'd, collected a whole lot of matchboxes my father returned with, the matchboxes with all the stories, filled up a box, and I'd, switched to bigger, bigger, and bigger boxes still. From my mother's means, as she saw those matchboxes, I'd gotten a mixed message from her, but couldn't tell if it was my father's hangovers, or other women's perfumes on him that's, upset, her.

Until my father fell ill, I'd finally, understood my mother's, worries. From before, I'd only seen the, more extravagant sides of things, and neglected to note, that behind the glows from the matches, was my father's, working hard, at all costs, to provide for all of, us, how he'd shouldered these hardships, all by, himself. Because of my father's love, that was why we're, living easily.

The scent of bliss from a stick of matches, it's still, warming to my heart, to this very day, and it'd not begun to, fade, away yet.

So, this is on how you'd, finally realized, what your father had done, burned himself, so you and your families can live without the worries of, money, because you were too young, to read between the lines of what's happening between your parents.