(I read this story a long time ago and though I can’t remember the exact words but the essence of it never left my mind and I wish to retell this story in my own words and share it to all fathers because in it I saw not only the kindness of one father to another but of the sacrifices our fathers go through to give us the best that they could offer. In my own life I too have witnessed how my father paved a way for me to be industrious, to be honest and most of all how it is to be human and kind. I dedicate this story to my father and all fathers who fight for everyone’s right to a dignified life.)
The carnival is here! I moved restlessly about the house as we prepared to go to town for the carnival. We have waited months for this wondrous event to pass by our town. My father had to save money every week for 2 months just so we could have enough money for the carnival rides, shows and the food. We got there just in time for the opening and I watched enthralled, captivated by the flashing and glittering lights from the distance.
Along with the other families we lined up outside the entrance to buy the tickets to get in. In front of us in the queue was a couple and behind them stood seven happy kids one right after the other, giggling and jumping with excitement. Then I noticed a look of concern on my father’s face and I turned to see the worried faces of the couple as the woman behind the cashier booth announced the cost of the tickets. I saw the father count his money and then turned around to look at his children who were now shouting and pointing towards the enchanting lights and sounds coming from inside the carnival. I saw the father’s face dropped like a sack of rice, so heavy and so sad.
He turned toward the woman in the booth not wanting to face his children who were now looking intently at him wondering why it was taking him so long to get the tickets. How could he tell them they cannot go in? How could he snatch away the jubilant smiles from their faces? I looked up at my father and our eyes met, I saw the kindness swelling in his eyes begging for my approval and finally I nodded. My father took out all the money from his wallet , closed it in his palm and touched the man’s shoulder as he said “ Mister, I think you dropped this.”
The man saw the money inside my father’s hand and looked at him , eyes filled with tears of gratitude. My father held my hand as we left the carnival to go home. That night I wasn’t able to ride the roller coaster, I wasn’t able to eat hot dogs and cotton candies, I wasn’t able to see the amazing shows but I have never felt as happy as I did that night so many years ago. Through the eyes of a child I was able to witness a kindness that has become my father’s legacy to me.