A Father's Redemption

I said hesitantly, "Uncle... this is your principal of one lakh rupees, and thirty-two months' interest... thirty-three thousand rupees.

Please keep it."

Then I added softly, "I'm so grateful that you believed in me at that time...

When the whole world had turned its back on me.

When I was out on the street with my wife and young child,

You gave me a room, a place to hide...

Otherwise, I might have lost myself that night."

With that, I took the money out of my pocket and placed it in front of him.

Uncle didn't smile; he simply said in a serious tone, "Wait, son... this money isn't mine."

I was shocked."What do you mean, you don't have them?"

He said."I didn't trust you at all.

But someone told me, 'Don't let him fall.'

The man you used to abuse and insult every day, the man you used to fight with all the time, the man you used to hate...

But when you left home, he was the one who told me, 'I'll pay the rent if my son has a roof over his head.'

Every month for this room of yours...

Your father has paid."

I turned to stone after hearing that.

Hearing what Uncle had just said, I felt like I was going to faint.

Uncle continued, "And that money you received at the beginning was also his.

Your father said, 'Don't mention my name, just catch it before it falls.'

Now take this money back... and place it at your father's feet.

He still stays awake at night looking at your picture...

He offers offerings in the temple in your name just so you can stay safe and prosper."

My breath stopped.

It felt as if the ground had slipped from beneath my feet.

The hatred in my heart melted away in an instant.

My eyes burned—probably from remorse.

I ran home.

Father was sitting on a cot in the courtyard, smoking a hookah.

I quietly went and stood near him.

I just stared at him for a long time.

Without looking up, he said, "What is it?"

I said in a trembling voice, "I've come to give you the money..."

He put down the hookah pipe,and looked me up and down.

"Will you give money to your father? Do you have the guts?"

I quickly said, "Papa, this is your money... I'm just returning it."

He remained silent. Then he said, "It was meant for you, son. Keep it."

For a while, there was only silence.

The sound of the hookah smoking, and the regret that settled between us.

Then he asked, "What do you want now?"

I sat down beside his knees.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Just... forgive me, Papa."

He said in a cold, firm voice, "Go... I forgive you."

Those two words seemed to wash away all my sins.

When I started to get up, he called out, "Hey... come here."

I went to him again.

He extended both his arms.

I immediately hugged him, and burst into tears.

Dad's palms were on my back, as if to say, "It's okay now, son. Everything's fine..."

His voice softened, "I took you out with a heavy heart.

I'm a father... I had to show you the way.

Now you're standing on your own two feet,

This is my victory."

I felt something warm fall on my shoulder.

It wasn't sweat...

They were a father's tears.

And at that very moment, I knew,A father is never angry.

He just wants his son to recognize himself.

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