Bitter

I've felt this feeling before not once but several times, this time though, it was different, it was like it ate me alive or rather I let it eat me alive, I was so upset at what my father just did: he took the fattest cow and prepared a feast for my younger brother who despite father's numerous warnings went off wondering to the city of Aksha with the inheritance he took from him. After a total of five years he came back with nothing to call his own but a cloth filled with holes from top to bottom.

I didn't get it, my brother just wasted half of father's life savings and was thrown a feast but I, who spent all those five years working hard so that I wouldn't need father's inheritance have never once received a word of gratitude.

At the night of the feast I decided I would leave my father's land and journey to the far east. The next day I gathered the men that were willing to go on the journey with me and left on horse back without telling father but as we were on our way father caught up to us. Without hesitation, father got down from his horse and bowed before me begging me to forgive his ignorance. But it was too late the bitterness had eaten away my heart erasing any trace of sympathy. I simply made my way around father and continued the journey to the far east. We were going to disappear in the distance when I looked back one last time and saw father still bowing in the same position that we had left him in. As heart breaking as it was, I knew it was too late now, that there was no turning back from this point on.