Friday...September 23...Graveyard...Daytime
Masao had skipped school. He didn't feel like going. He didn't feel like doing anything in fact. He felt somewhat sick. Nausea. Pained.
It was September 23. Equinox Day. A day of respecting the dead. Masao wasn't surprised to find himself at the graveyard. The same graveyard where his father was buried. His real father. His birth father. The father that he had actually cared for. Not the fake one. Not the one that had attempted to replace this man. No. Never.
The graveyard was empty. Most people wouldn't show up until their kids got out of school. Masao's mom had no intention to do that. No, that bitch was going out for dinner tonight with that man. She would expect to see Masao home. To prevent him from going here. To this very graveyard.
But he had outsmarted her. Yes. He had gone during school time. She would expect him to be at school. Not the graveyard. But this was Masao's time, not the school's.
He was surprised of how foggy it was. Like a movie. Just a movie. Fiction. He walked between the grave markers. He knew exactly where his father lay. Though he had barely ever been to the spot, he knew. He could picture it in his mind. A lone grave marker. Alone like Masao.
He walked up to a grave marker and kneeled. This was it. This was where his dad had been buried when he was only eleven. He often wondered if his father would have minded Masao's homosexuality. He felt ashamed of even thinking that he would have told him. His father would have been disappointed. That's probably why he died. He knew. He just didn't want it to be confirmed.
A single tear made its way down Masao's cheek. There were more, but Masao swallowed them back. He didn't want to be anymore of a disappointment then he already was.
And he stayed there. Not moving. Not talking. Not caring what tomorrow would bring. It was only him and the grave marker. Him and his father.
It was September 23. Equinox Day. A day of respecting the dead. Masao wasn't surprised to find himself at the graveyard. The same graveyard where his father was buried. His real father. His birth father. The father that he had actually cared for. Not the fake one. Not the one that had attempted to replace this man. No. Never.
The graveyard was empty. Most people wouldn't show up until their kids got out of school. Masao's mom had no intention to do that. No, that bitch was going out for dinner tonight with that man. She would expect to see Masao home. To prevent him from going here. To this very graveyard.
But he had outsmarted her. Yes. He had gone during school time. She would expect him to be at school. Not the graveyard. But this was Masao's time, not the school's.
He was surprised of how foggy it was. Like a movie. Just a movie. Fiction. He walked between the grave markers. He knew exactly where his father lay. Though he had barely ever been to the spot, he knew. He could picture it in his mind. A lone grave marker. Alone like Masao.
He walked up to a grave marker and kneeled. This was it. This was where his dad had been buried when he was only eleven. He often wondered if his father would have minded Masao's homosexuality. He felt ashamed of even thinking that he would have told him. His father would have been disappointed. That's probably why he died. He knew. He just didn't want it to be confirmed.
A single tear made its way down Masao's cheek. There were more, but Masao swallowed them back. He didn't want to be anymore of a disappointment then he already was.
And he stayed there. Not moving. Not talking. Not caring what tomorrow would bring. It was only him and the grave marker. Him and his father.