Chapter two

Persuade cousin

Two years!

Two depressing years have passed. I was only fourteen when God took him from me. My father whom I never cried for when he died. To say we had a lot in common would be an understatement. We understood each other more than how mother would ever know me… Not that I’m willing to start telling her about myself like we just met.

I sometimes feel like she thinks I’m weird for being my father’s daughter, considering my father was turning me into a son.

My father had an Arena where an army of men and boys were trained by him on a daily basis. I was part of them, being the only girl to train there and i was pretty popular for it.

I won’t lie and say i didn’t love the attention…i did. But the pressure was too much.

I started training there when I was ten, both Kio and I skinny as twigs, and he was mostly bullied but i didn’t take bullshit. Actually, nobody dared mess with me considering i was my father’s child, The owner of the arena, a leader, a positive figure in the community, a man with status. I sometimes laugh at the ridiculous thought and absurdity if it all. How my father was praised by the community, but they forget that he too was just a man. Came home to his wife who longed for his presence the whole day. Had dinner chatting with his family about how their days went. Laughed. Scolded his children for misbehaving. And walked to his room to sleep. They seemed to forget that. They seemed to forget that he was just as vulnerable in his sleep just as a baby is in sleep. That he was human and needed to rest too. Too much was expected from one man.