A life paid back in full.
There was once a student. Let’s say this student’s name was Amit. Amit was a young man, with ambitions like anyone his age. Amit was among the top students of his class, despite emanating from a modest family. Amit was regularly praised by his teachers and peers for his brilliance and his hard work ethic. They always said he had a promising future ahead of him, and as fate (if there is such a phenomenon) would have it, he indeed did. Amit graduated top of his class, and his parents, for whom he was the darling child, did everything they could to send him somewhere "respectable" to pursue his studies. He deserved every chance he could get to become "somebody" rather staying behind in a "Third World Country" (you must forgive my repetitive use of quotations, they indicate conflicting opinions about these abysmal labels).
So Amit left. After some years, Amit returned. "Educated". Amit’s exposure to a different world opened up a slew of comparisons in his mind, as he struggled to understand why his country was so "behind" despite having more resources to succeed than the few other countries he had been to. Amit was ambitious. Amit was going to create value. He was a leader. And so he led. He joined a company, and before long, he was promoted. Amit founded a family. He loved his wife and children but was still unfulfilled in the progress he was making to become greater by making his company greater.
In the meantime, Amit’s son Medi and daughter Kadi were growing. Medi and Kadi loved their father, but it wasn’t always easy getting his attention. Before long, Medi was a teenager, and Kadi was the apple of her father’s eyes. Amit did not see himself in his son, so rather than bother spending time with him, he gave him everything he wished for. But the things and the toys were not enough to fill up the void that absenteeism fatherhood had left in the heart of Medi, as Amit continued to work long hours in the company he now owned and was the CEO of.
So Medi acted up. Negative attention was still attention. He made questionable decisions. He kept dubious company, and soon enough, he was no longer following the wrong crowd. He was leading it…
His mother’s words were easily deflected, she cared deeply for him and he knew how to give her the affection she needed to keep her suspicions at bay. So, much like his father thrived in school, Medi thrived in the simple pleasures of life. He kept his grades high enough so that he could still get everything he wanted, like a car, a motorcycle and many other toys for boys his age.
As time went by, Medi started experimenting with new things, and soon enough, new things became bad habits, and bad habits became a lifestyle. Addiction is never far removed from rebellion and the need for emotional expression.
One night, Medi, while enjoying his lifestyle, was, to the horror of his family, struck by a fuel truck.
Medi did not survive. The family’s sorrow was so deep, that they mourned his passing for an entire year. Amit blamed himself for the tragedy, and took one month off of work to mourn.
On the day he returned to his office, Amit had an enveloppe on his desk. The envelope caught his attention because it was typically the sort that was sent to his customers, not staff. He opened it and found a cheque for a sizeable amount, with a note that read:
If you are reading this, I am no longer a part of this life. I am sorry I was not the son you wished for me to be. When I asked for your time, I mostly got money. I hope this sum can pay you back for all you have spent on me.
I may have never said it, but I do love you.
Medi had purchased life insurance from the largest most successful insurance agency their country had ever known. His father's.
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